The Constant Maidens Resolution, Or
The Damsels loyal love to a Seaman
With the Seamans kind answer thereunto.
This Damsels heart is on a Seaman bent,
Because none other can give her content;
And he her love most kindly doth imbrace,
And so they are united in short space.
Tune of, I love thee dear but I dare not show it.
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AN amorous Damsel in Bristol City,
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Whom Cupid wounded without all pitty:
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At length she met with her own true Lover,
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And her affection did thus discover.
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Well met my dearest since that I love thee,
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my mind now I will make known unto thee:
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Altho ime watcht by a jealous Father,
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I hope the fruits of my Love to gather.
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I must be gone Love, I must forgo thee,
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I must be strange Love, I must not know thee:
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I love thee dear, but I dare not show it,
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Do thou the like, but let no man know it.
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I w[i]sh I were upon yonders mountain,
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Where Gold & Silver great store is counting:
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Then would I think upon my own dear Honey,
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Whom I love better then Gold or money.
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A thousand times Love I think upon thee
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And in despight of the World ile own the,
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Since there is none that I love besid[e] thee,
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I will prove constant what ere betide me.
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A Seaman he is of all men neatest,
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And in my eye is the most compleatest:
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Then what care I for a misers money
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So I injoy but my own dear Honey.
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A Hundred pound Love I have you know it,
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And on a Seaman I will bestow it:
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For in a Seaman I take more pleasure
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Then in a Goldsmith with all his Treasure.
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I care not for my Fathers anger
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If I be married tis but nine days wonder:
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Then come my Dearest let us be merry
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Wel drink a health in good Sack and Sherry.
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I do not care for the love of many
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Ile have a Seaman if I have any,
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And ile drink a health to my own dear Honey
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Whom I love better then Gold or money.
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Then prethy dearest let me not languish
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Nor feel the smart of a Lovers anguish,
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And so adieu my own dear Sweeting
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Until the next of our merry meeting.
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my dearest Joy and my lovely Betty
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methinks thy looks are wondrous pretty,
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It much rejoyceth my heart this instant,
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To find thy love so firm and constant.
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Tis not their frowns, nor thy friends displeasure
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Shall rob me af thee, my chiefest Treasure:
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Ile draw my Sword, and ile lay about me,
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Before that I will go without thee.
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Long time my Dear, I have plowd the Ocean
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And by my Vallor have gaind promotion,
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Then let my presence a little move thee,
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Because with joy I am come to love thee.
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Thou sayest my Dearest and I believe thee,
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None but a Seaman shall ever have thee:
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And for thy choice I do much commend thee,
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Since no man living can more befriend thee.
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A Valiant Seaman will shun no danger
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But venture life against any stranger,
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Of Gold and Silver to make a seizure
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And bring it home to his chiefest Treasure.
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most like a Lady I will maintain thee
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In Silks and Sattins when I have gaind thee,
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And whatsoever thou dost require
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Thou strait shalt have it at thy desire.
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Ile strive at all times to content thee,
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Thou shalt not for thy love repent thee:
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But thou shalt find a brave Seamans proffers
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Is better far then a misers Coffers.
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Then Dearest cast away care behind thee
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For a true Lover thou shalt find me,
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I value neither thy Gold nor money,
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So I injoy thee my onely Honey.
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I fear not but by my good behavior,
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In time to gain thy old Fathers favour,
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Wel sing old Rose then, and be full merry
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And drownd our sorrows in Sack and Sherry.
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Wel bid our Neighbours to our Wedding,
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And we will have a most costly Bedding:
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So for the present farewel my Sweeting,
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A thousand thanks for this happy meeting.
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