THE
Undaunted Marriner;
OR, THE
Stout Seaman's Valliant Resolution,
IN A
DIALOGUE
Between Him and Nancy his Love, at his going on Board.
To the Tune of the Intreagues of Love. Licensed according to Order
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FArewel my Dearest Nancy,
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for I this day must leave thee,
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There's none but thee I fancy,
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therefore I'll ne're deceive thee,
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But while I have a day to live,
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Love, a loyal heart to thee I'lle give
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Which is at thy Command,
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Whether by Sea or Land;
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But on the Ocean wide
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My Courage must be be try'd,
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For to subdue the pride
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Of France, Love, yet will I ever constant prove.
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Alas! my dearest Jewel,
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must we indeed be parted?
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If thou canst be so cruel,
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then I am broken hearted;
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And therefore stay at home with me,
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Where there's love and sweet felicity,
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Ten thousand melting Charms
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Here in my folded Arms,
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My Jewel shall enjoy,
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No storm shall thee annoy,
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And therefore don't destroy
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Thy Love, by the loss of thy sweet Company.
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Make not this Lamentation,
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for I on Board will enter,
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Where to defend the Nation,
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my life I'll freely venture,
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Under Commanders brave and bold,
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Right Renowned Valiant Hearts of Gold,
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I am resolv'd to Fight,
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The Nations wrongs to right,
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Tho' Cannon Bullets fly,
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I'll venture Love, for why,
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There's better Men than I,
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That will go to face the proud Insulting Foe.
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Why talk you of Commanders,
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who Sails the Raging Ocean,
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Like Valiant Alexanders,
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they are seeking for Promotion,
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But what canst thou expect to gain,
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But the Hazard, Love, of being slain,
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Which life is more to me,
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Than all the world, said she;
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Thy presence I adore,
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And therefore stay on shore,
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For when the Cannons roar,
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My Dear, will suffer with the rest I fear.
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Love tell me not of Dangers,
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when roaring Cannons rattle,
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Stout Seamen must be strangers,
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to fear in time of battle,
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I am a Sailor bred and born,
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And the fear of death therefore I scorn,
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If I at Home should stay,
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What would Commanders say,
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It never shall be said,
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That I a seaman bred,
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Will ever hide my head,
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I'll go, and it is in vain to answer no.
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My melting eyes are flowing,
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yet thou art void of pitty,
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And are this day for going
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from famous London City,
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Well, since it will not better be,
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Here's a Diamond Ring I give to thee,
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Which as a token take,
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And ware it for my sake,
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Love likewise Night and Day,
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While thou dost from me stay,
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Continually I'll pray,
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Again in safety to forsake the Main
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