The Seaman's Loyal Love:
OR, THE
Couragious DAMSELS Generous Spirit,
In freely parting with her Love to enter on Board that he might Fight
for K. WILLIAM and Q. MARY, and pull down the growing Pride of France.
To the Tune of Billy and Molly. Licensed according to Order.
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I Am a Damsel which doth part
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with my Love for a season,
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And yet am pleased to the Heart,
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since 'tis no more than reason,
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That he right valiantly shou'd fight,
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upon the vast wide Ocean,
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For to maintain King William's Right,
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and raise his own promotion.
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My Love, with other Seamen bold,
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will raise great Britain's Glory;
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They will not have the Land controul'd
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by either French or Tory:
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We have a vast commanding Fleet,
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which is the whole World's wonder,
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And when the Enemy they meet,
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our Guns will roar like Thunder.
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Now when my Dear did go on Board,
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at first it seem'd to grieve me;
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Alas! I could not well afford
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that he so soon should leave me,
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In him I plac'd my whole delight,
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and at this alteration,
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My very Life was taking flight,
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at this our separation.
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But when I had consider'd well
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our present growing Danger,
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And that the Romans do's rebell,
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likewise that perjur'd stranger,
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Proud Lewis, that insulting Foe,
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did threaten our undoing,
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I freely, freely, let him goe,
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that France may come to ruine.
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No fears shall e'er my mind amuse,
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I'll pray for his returning,
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To bring me home the joyfull News
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of sinking, taking, Burning,
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Of most of all the Fleet of France,
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who ne'er fought on the Ocean,
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But met with this unhappy Chance,
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Confusion still their Portion.
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Monsieur will find a bloudy Touch,
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from the great English Navy,
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Join'd with the most renowned Dutch,
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we'll make France cry Peccavi;
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And make with Lewis such hot work,
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the which in short shall grieve him,
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And drive him to his Friend the Turk,
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I hope before they'll leave him,
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Oh that I was a Man of might,
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as a young tender Maiden,
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In this just Cause I'd freely Fight,
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being with Courage laden:
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This Fan I'd change for a sharp Sword,
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and lay aside all Courting;
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For William, my great Sovereign Lord,
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I'd venture Life and Fortune.
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A Board of a stout Man of War,
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I speak and don't dissemble,
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The Rights of Britain to restore,
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and make proud Lewis tremble:
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The Ocean Seas my mind wou'd please
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'tis valiant recreation,
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But my Love's there, whom I can spare
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to fight for King and Nation.
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A Blessing now attend the Fl[e][et?]
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and Sailors brisk and [?],
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Who will in short the Work comple[et?]
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for William and Q. Mary.
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They on the Main will soon obtain
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the Conquest [?]her great septer,
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And the Admiral bring to White-Hall
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the French King's Crown and Scepter[.]
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