The Seamans Lamentation:
Or, The CAPTAIN at the Helm.
Shewing how an East-India-Captain in Redderiff Entertained his Boats-Swains Wife, in her Husbands ab-
sence, and sent him a Voyage to Cuckold-Shire; whence every jovial and loving S eaman may learn
Wisdome, and how to be wary, and not to trust his best beloved in his Captains Arms.
To the Tune of , Jenny Gin, Or , Hey boys up go we. This may be Printed. R.L.S. June 23d.
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N One can endure the flames of Love
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when Cupid sets on fire,
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For Youth's like Tinder to the eye,
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when beauty breeds desire;
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A Marry'd life's the antidote
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of Love, and wantonne is,
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But now it is my Fate to be
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a Cuckold I must confess.
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I am a Seaman by my trade,
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a Boats-Swain by my place,
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I lov'd a Maid that was compleat,
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and handsome in the face:
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Her birth and breeding pleas'd me well,
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her name was comely Bess ,
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But now it is my Fate to be
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a Cuckold I must confess .
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I found her in her Mothers house,
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and beg'd at her to sing,
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I lik'd her well, and gave to her
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a pure Cornelian Ring:
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But after taking kisses two,
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my Love it did increase,
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But now it is my Fate to be
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a Cuckold, I must confess:
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I felt her pulse, it pleas'd me well,
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I lov'd her as my life,
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I seriously inquir'd of her
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if she would be my Wife:
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I gain'd consent, I kiss'd her then,
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and kindly did imbrace,
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But now it is my fate to be,
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a Cuckold I must confess.
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I went with her to Redderiff Church,
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in Wedlock did her tye,
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She was as sweet a Bedfellow
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as ever man lay by:
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I liv'd with her a whole years space,
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in love and joyfulness,
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But now it is my fate to be
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a Cuckold I must confess.
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I to the Indies made a Voyage,
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and sail'd the swelling Main,
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I pleas'd my Captain, and the Mate,
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and gladly came again:
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Yet all the time I was at Sea,
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my heart she did possess,
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But now it is my fate to be
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a Cuckold, I must confess.
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My wife and I did gladly meet,
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and were possest with joy,
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I kist my dear and loving Spouse,
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and hugg'd my pretty Boy
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But e're a month did go about,
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my sorrow did increase,
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For now it is my fate to be
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a Cuckold, I must confess.
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I was from home, the Captain came,
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and ask'd if all were well,
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He with my wife did dance a jigg,
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which I am asham'd to tell:
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He took the helm, and steer'd a trick,
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in mirth, and Wantonness,
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B ut now it is my fate to be
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a Cuckold, I must confess.
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The Horns are much in fashion now,
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and since they are my [fate],
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I'le wear them in my pocket still,
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and not upon my pate:
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For since they are my destiny,
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I can not blame poor B ess ,
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Although it is my fate to be
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a Cuckold, I must confess.
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