The Seamen and the Souldiers last
Farewel to their Dearest Jewels.
He must be gone the Fates have so decreed,
To serve his King and Country in their need
In fight against the French upon the Main,
Yet he's in hopes to see his love again:
He chears her up, and bids she should not mourn,
But wait with patience for his safe return.
The Tune is, I am so deep in Love, Or, Cupids Courtesie.
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FArewel my dearest Dear,
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now I must leave thee,
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Thy sight I must forbeare,
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although it grieve me:
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From thy embraces Love,
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I shall be parted,
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Yet I will constant prove,
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and be true hearted.
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My fortune I will try
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upon the Ocean,
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And fight most valiantly
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to gain promotion:
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My dearest blood i'le spend,
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for this our Nation,
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My Country to defend,
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from foes invasion
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Princes of high renown
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are now engaged,
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To pull the courage down
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of foes inraged:
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Dukes, Lords, and Gentry high,
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all are preparing,
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Their valour for to try,
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no cost is sparing.
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Why should I grudge to fight
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under the Banners
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Of such approv'd Knights,
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and brave Commanders:
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My chance I mean to try,
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I scorn to hide me,
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I'le face the enemy,
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what e're betide me,
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When I am on the Seas,
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in hail and thunder,
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where storms do raise the waves,
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to all mens wonder:
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When Billows brush the sky
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and tempests threat me,
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Still on thy name i'le cry,
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i'le not forget thee.
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THo the proud French Moun-siers
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do brag and bluster
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And call upon their Mates,
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forces to Muster:
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We'l make them for to know
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we can disturb them,
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Once again they must bow,
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England will curb thee.
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In the midst of skirmish hot,
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when blows are dealing,
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Fiery balls flye about,
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and Ships are reelling;
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When Cannons are roaring,
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and Bullets are flying,
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He that will honour win,
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must not fear dying.
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My dearest do not moan,
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let not grief move thee
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When I from thee was gone,
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still I will love thee:
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If fortune me befriend,
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thou maist be certain.
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I'le often to thee send,
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after our parting.
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Thy love i'le think upon,
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in greatest danger:
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When I am from thee gone,
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I'le love no stranger:
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No flesh alive shall make
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me prove unconstant,
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I will wait for thy sake,
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till the last instant.
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This peice of gold i'le brake,
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love for a token,
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Which as a pledge we'l keep,
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of faith unbroken:
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When thou the same dost see,
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in my long absence:
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Then love remember me,
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though at a distance.
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Hark how the Drums do beat
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with Trumpets sounding,
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Souldiers in furious heat,
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foes would be wounding:
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From thy sweet company,
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although it grieves me,
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I must devided be
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and forc'd to leave thee.
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My Captain calls away,
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in hast they hurry,
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To march without delay,
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I may not tarry:
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Patiently thou must bear,
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love leave thy weeping,
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Farewel my dearest dear,
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till our next meeting.
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