The Seamans doleful Farwel
Or, The Greenwitch Lovers mournful Departure,
See here the pattern of true Love,
which absence cannot strain;
And nothing shall his mind remove,
till he returns again.
This may be printed, R.P. Tune of, State and Ambition.
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Man.
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[F]Arewel my dearest Love now must I leave thee,
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to the East-Indies my Course I must steer,
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[a]nd when I think upon't sore it doth grieve me;
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let nothing possess thee with doubt or with fear,
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[r] i'le be Loyal unto thee for ever,
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and like to the Turtle will constant remain,
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[n]othing but cruel Death our loves shall sever,
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but we will be marryed when I come again.
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Maid.
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[?]d must we by Fortune thus strangely be parted?
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what dost thou think will become then of me,
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[w]ho must continue here quite broken-hearted,
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[?]t me thy true Love now venture with thee:
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[fe]ar not the dangers that wait on the Ocean,
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[t]hy troubles will greater be here on the shore;
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[?]r thy true Love now grant what she doth motion
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[?] she shall see thee no more.
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Man.
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With dangers on Seas thou art ilttle acquainted,
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for when the winds blow and the billows do rore,
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I fear that my true-Love will greatly be daunted,
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then let me intreat thee to stay on the shore:
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My heart in thy breast I will sure leave behind me,
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and thou of my constancy ne'r shalt complain,
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A pattern of true love thou ever shalt find me,
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and we will be marryed when I come again.
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Maid.
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How many like thee that are constant and loyal
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do venture to Sea and do never return?
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Then grant me my sute and make no more denyal,
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for I in thine absence for ever shall mourn:
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Oh like to a Sea-boy let me be attired,
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and talk not of leaving me here on the shore,
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Thy company by me so much is desired,
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that sure I should dye should I see thee no more.
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Man.
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Cease my true Love, and no more do perswade me,
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why shouldst thou run hazards just now in thy prime
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Thy true Love for ever blind Cupid hath made me,
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and thou to the Topmast i'm sure canst not climb;
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Thy Lilly-white hand cannot handle the Tackle,
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the Pitch and the Tar on thy palms will remain:
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Tho now thou art fetter'd in Cupids strong shackle,
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yet we will be married when I come again.
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Maid.
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Go them my true Love and Heavens great blessing
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where e're thou dost sail still upon thee attend,
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Love is a pleasure beyond all expressing,
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and Neptune my dearest I pray thee defend:
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For if in mine absence my Love should miscarry,
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whom I for his Virtues do so much adore,
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Then I of my life without doubt should be weary,
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and pine to my Grave should I see thee no more.
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Man.
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Come be of good comfort and grieve not my dearest,
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for I am as loth from my Love to depart,
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Heaven can prevent all the dangers thou fearest,
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then let nor such jealousies throuble thy heart:
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For should I behold all the Beauties in Venice,
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yet still to my Dear I would constant remain,
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And nothing shall cause any difference between us,
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but we will be married when I come again.
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Maid.
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I long for that hour and covet the minute
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when Hymen my true Love and me shall unite;
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I surfeit to think of the pleasure there's in it,
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'tis comfort by day, but far sweeter by night,
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When we like true Lovers shall joyn our poor fates
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and find such delight as I ne'r knew before,
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Tis for certain a bliss for to lye in embraces,
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and then I will part with my true Love no more.
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Man.
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Well now the wind serves, in despight I must leave thee
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but at our farewel let us change a sweet kiss:
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Again I do swear I will never deceive thee,
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and hope at the last to enjoy what I wish;
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Still hoping that Fortune will show me such favour
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that I may be prosperous on the Salt Main,
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My true Love in sorrow I fear for to leave her,
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but hope to injoy her when I come again,
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Maid.
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Then down their poor [?]
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whole vollies of sighs [?]
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At last he prevailed by little and [little]
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that he might be gone, and she [might not ?:]
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But kisses at parting were wo[?]
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and needs it must be that it [grieves ?]
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Tears they did drop till their eyes [?]
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for fear she her true Love should [?]
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