The Jealous Lover:
OR,
The Damosel's Complaint of her Seaman's
Unkindness; together with his Chearful Answer after
all her Sorrow. To a new Tune, much in request.
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FArewel my love, farewel my dear,
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No longer may I tarry here;
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On board this morning I must go,
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This is unwelcome news I know.
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Will you be gone and leave your love?
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Will you unkind and cruel prove?
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Will you be gone, love, and leave me alone?
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Then I'll lay me down and make my moan.
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Why will you slight and leave me now?
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Why will you thus forget your vow?
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Tarry at home, on shore, with me,
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I'd rather loose my life then thee.
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Your love does ebb and flow I find,
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'Tis more unconstant then the wind;
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Now prithee dearest let me know
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What is the cause it shou'd be so?
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Once you told me you lov'd me well,
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That, none but your heart and tongue can tell;
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You love another, you love not me,
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And care not for my company.
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You love another, the reason why,
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Because she's got more gold then I;
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But gold will wast, and silver fly,
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In time she may have as little as I.
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Have I not seen a morning gay,
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Bring forth a dark and cloudy day;
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So may this wealth become a snare
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To those that most unconstant are.
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Your gold and silver it is dross,
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And love, if I must bare the loss,
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Of thee, because I have not gold,
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This shews hot love is quickly cold.
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Can'st thou so soon be drawn away?
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Can heaps of gold thy conscence sway?
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[If] so, farewell to loyalty,
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Thy unkind frowns will ruin me.
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If I had gold, love, thou should'st have part,
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As I have none, dear, thou hast my heart;
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Thou hast my heart, and free good will,
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I vow and swear I love thee still.
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Tho' thou hast caus'd me to complain,
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Tho' thou shoud'st kill me with disdain;
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'Tis all a case, love, thou shalt find,
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That I will never change my mind.
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If I might have a lord or earl;
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Might I be deck'd with orient pearl,
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I'd part with all for thee, my love,
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Unkind to thee I'd never prove.
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Shall heaps of gold and silver bright,
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Cause me to wrong my heart's delight?
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No, while I have a day to live,
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A loyal heart to thee I'll give.
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They shall as soon the rocks remove,
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As the foundation of my love;
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Since I so constant do remain,
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Return me love for love again.
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MY dearest love forbear to weep,
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My former solemn vows I'll keep;
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No Riches in the world shall make,
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Me in the least my love forsake.
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This ring, my dear, I'll leave with you,
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The posie of the same is true;
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Pure love is better worth then gold,
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In which there's blessings manifold.
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O call the boat, love, unto the ferry,
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For I came hither to be merry;
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It shall ne'er be said, love, when we are dead,
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That jolly seamen are basely bread.
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