The Seamans Adieu to his Dear.
This Man was prest to serve upon the Seas,
Which did his Dearest very much displease,
She importund the Captain on her knee,
And proffered Gold to have her Love set free:
But all would not prevail, the Captains ear
Was deaf, the Maids complaint he would not hear;
When no entreaty could move his hard heart,
She sadly took her leave, and so they part.
To the Tune of, Ile go to Sir Richard.
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COme all loyal Lovers thats faithful and true,
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observe where ever you be,
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A pattern I here have presented to you,
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it is good to be constant you see.
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But cheiffly to thee my own dearest I speak,
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with patience my absence to bear,
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For now I am prest to serve on the Seas,
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and I must bid adieu to my dear.
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Our King must have Seamen and Souldiers most stout
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his enemies hearts for to fear,
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And I for my honour will venture about,
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and I must bid adieu to my dear.
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O tell me not so mine own dearest I pray,
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for loves sake take pitty on me,
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Ile do my endeavour to please thee alway,
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if that I may have my love free.
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Tis far better staying with me on the shore,
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where pleasures and joys do abound,
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Then for to venture where Cannons do roar,
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in the depth of the Seas to be drownd.
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O be not so cruel (my love) for to fight,
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but tarry my dearest with me
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Wel find out a way in loves wars for to fight,
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and ile strive for to set my love free.
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All that thou canst do my love will not procure
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my freedom I sorely do fear,
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But I must the hardship of service endure,
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and I must bid adieu to my dear.
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My Captain by no means will let me go free,
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he likes me so well I do hear,
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Therefore its in vain to beg my liberty,
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for I must bid adieu to my dear.
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ILe go to thy Captain and fall on my knee,
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perhaps hel take pitty on me,
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If five pounds or ten pounds will buy thy Dis-charge,
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he shall have it to set my love free.
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Not 10 pounds nor 20 will buy his Discharge,
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fair Maid you must patiently bear,
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He shall go to Sea for his King to ingage,
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and he must bid adieu to his dear.
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Ile have him to serve me upon the salt Main,
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in battel with foes for to fight,
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Then cease pritty Maiden and do not complain,
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for the Wars is a souldiers delight.
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Behold noble Captain the sorrowful tears,
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that down my cheeks trickle amain,
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To move your hard heart to release me of fear,
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and to grant me my love once again.
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No maidens heart ever was so full of woe,
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then good Sir take pitty on me,
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And let him no further unto the wars go,
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but be pleased to set my love free.
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O cease thy suit Damosel and be not so sad,
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let reason thy mind now aswage,
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Ten thousand such Seamen ere long must be had,
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all against the proud foes to engage.
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My dearest why dost thou the Captain offend,
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thou seest he by no means will yield,
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And I am resolved my blood for to spend,
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upon the salt Sea or in Field.
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Therefore be contented and cease thy sad moan,
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take comfort and do thou not fear,
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If fortune befriend me when as I am gone,
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I shall once again see mine own dear.
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My dearest since thou must be parted from me,
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and here must no longer remain,
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the thought of thy love all my comfort shall be,
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until I do see thee again.
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Each hour for thy welfare to God will I pray,
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that he will in safety preserve
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My own dearest Lover by night and by day
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whilst he on the Ocean doth serve.
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This token I prethee Love for my sake keep,
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remember me when you it wear,
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This parting kiss take which doth cause me to weep,
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and so heavens bless mine own dear.
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Adieu my dear jewel, thy love I have found,
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our parting doth grieve me full sore,
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The Drums they do beat, and the trumpets do sound,
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and I must stay no longer on shore.
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