The Seamans safe Return,
Or, An answer to the Job for a Journeyman-
SHOOMAKER;
When he came here, it did appear
She had the Wanton play'd,
A broad she Roul'd, and spent his Gold,
And drove a Subtile Trade,
But when he knew, he then did rue
His very heart did bleed
But now at last the storm is past
And all is well indeed
To the Tune of, Tom the Taylor near the Strand.
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A T length the Seaman he came home,
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and heard of this confusion,
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But how he then did fret and fume,
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and plague them in conclusion:
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I now in brief will here declare,
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the truth of all the story,
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The like before you ne'r did hear,
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this did eclipse their Glory.
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His Neighbours told him of their trade,
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and how she spent his Money,
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She with the Shooe-maker hath plaid,
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and call'd him joy and honey:
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This put the Seaman in a rage,
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and in a hot vexation
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He vow'd nothing should him asswage,
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he'd make them flye the Nation.
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But then the Shoo-maker did hear,
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Ah how he was tormented,
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He trembled and quak't for fear,
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he could not be contented:
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For now he see's he is undone,
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alas what will betide him,
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He knows not where to go or run,
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or from his presence hide him.
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Upon her knees the Seamans wife,
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beseeched for a pardon,
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And vow'd that she'd amend her life,
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if that he would not harden
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His cruel heart against her now,
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but tenderly forgive her,
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She'd solemnly protest and vow,
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she'd be an honest Liver.
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Likewise the Shoo-maker did stand
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like one that had offended,
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Before the Seaman Cap in hand,
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the more to be commended:
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He wish'd he ne'r had known the time,
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when she and he were jolly,
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For now their merry bouts in Wine,
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are turn'd to melancholly.
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You took your time and spent my Coin,
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I understand it clearly,
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I'le make you know before you go,
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that you shall pay it severely:
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Before a justice they did go,
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and all the town did follow
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The Seaman he his horn did blow,
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and all the Boys did hollow.
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When they before the justice came,
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He told them in conclusion,
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That they were very much to blame,
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to make this great confusion;
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What need you take it in such scorn,
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and let the world to know it;
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What though indeed you wear the [horn]
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you are a fool to blow it.
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Be reconciled to your wife,
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it seems she has repented,
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And put an end to all the strife,
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and strive to be contented:
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What though she once hath done a [?]
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forbear this cruel Riot,
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He must put up such faults as this
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that means to live at quiet.
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Now shooe-maker I tell you plain,
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this is a sad distraction,
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Her company you must refrain,
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this is no civil action
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Then be not such a crafty Elf,
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at any time and season,
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But let him take her to himself,
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it is more then reason.
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The Justice he to make the peace,
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did use his whole endeavour;
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The Seamans love did then increase
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and they went home together:
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He vows to marry her again;
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she tells him she'l be loyal,
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And well no more her credit stain,
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therefore he'l make a tryal.
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The Seaman and the shoo-maker Rec [?]
and the Seaman and his Wife n [o?]
ried. It being an Excellent C [?]
CUCKOLDS .
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