The Young
Seaman's Misfortune;
OR, THE
The False-hearted Lass of Lymus.
To the Tune of The Spinning-wheel. Licensed according to Order.
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YOU loyal Lovers far and near,
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that live and reign in Cupid's Court,
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I'd have you freely lend an Ear,
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while I my Sorrows do report:
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She that I lov'd has left me o'er,
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I'll never trust a Woman more.
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In her I plac'd my chief Delight,
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and was her Captive night and day;
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For why? her charming Beauty bright
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had clearly stole my Heart away:
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But she will not my Joys restore,
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I'll never, etc.
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On Board of Ship I chanc'd to go,
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to serve our good and gracious King;
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Now when she found it must be so,
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she did her Hands in Sorrow ring,
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Yet Wedded when I left the Shore,
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I'll never trust a Woman more.
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My dearest Love, she often cry'd
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forbear to sail the Ocean Sea;
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If Fortune shall us now divide,
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alas! what will become of me?
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This she repeated ten times o'er,
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yet I'll never, etc.
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A thousand solemn Vows I made,
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and she return'd the like again,
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That no one should our Hearts invade,
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but both in loyal Love remain;
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Yet she another had in store,
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I'll never, etc.
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I was oblig'd to leave the Land,
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and ready to go hoist up Sail,
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At which Tears in her Eyes did stand,
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and bitterly she did bewail;
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Yet she another had in store,
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I'll never, etc.
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I gave her then a Ring of Gold,
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to keep in Token of True Love,
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And said, My dearest Dear behold!
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I evermore will Loyal prove;
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She Married when I left the Shore,
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I'll never, etc.
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Five Months I plough'd the Ocean Main,
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with Courage void of dread and fear,
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At length with Joy return'd again,
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to the Embraces of my Dear,
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But she another had in store,
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I'll never, etc.
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Constancy doth torture me,
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and makes my Sorrows most sever[e]
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Like a keen Dart it pierc'd my Heart,
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for why I did the Tydings hear,
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As soon as e'er I came on Shore;
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I'll never, etc.
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Now must I wander in Despair,
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I find it is the Fates Decree;
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My Grief is more than I can bear,
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I can love none alive [b]ut she:
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Farewell, farewell, my Native shore,
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I'll never trust a Woman more.
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