Private Newes from Chatham,
Described in a passionate Discourse betwixt a young Gentleman
whose name was John, and his fair Lady Betty, who having
been newly Contracted, were suddenly seperated before
Marriage, in regard that he was instantly Commanded
to take Shipping in an Expedition against the DUTCH.
To the Tune of, My Lodging is on the cold ground, etc.
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AS I in a Meddow was walking,
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some two or three Weekes ago,
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I heard two Lovers a Talking,
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and trampling too and fro;
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The Female her name was Betty,
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her dearly Belovd was John,
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And both of them wonderous pretty,
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(Ile tell you the rest anon)
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These Lovers were both combined
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in mutual bonds of Love,
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But John was straightly injoyned
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a little while to remove,
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From her he did love above all things,
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his fervent desire was such;
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He now doth intend to do tall things,
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By Engageing against the Dutch.
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Betty.
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Twas Betty that first complained,
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Oh! why will you use me so,
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As soon as affection is gained,
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so speedily can you go,
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And leave me in pyning sorrow
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distressed upon the Shore;
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If you do depart to Morrow
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I never shall see thee more.
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John.
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My dear (quoth John) be not daunted,
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(and smilingly lookd upon her)
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My Service it cannot be wanted,
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Ile bring thee both Wealth & Honors
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I cannot now well support thee,
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and live like other Men:
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But with Gold and silver I will Court thee
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When I come a Shore agen.
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Betty.
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(Quoth Betty) some other way studdy
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to live with mee here on Shore;
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The Battail will be very bloudy,
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when all the great Guns do Roare,
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Thoult either be drowning or burning
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in Crimson Waves of Gore,
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Whilst I sit here in my mourning,
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And never shall see thee more.
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The Faithful Lovers Farwell:
OR,
The second Part, to the same Tune.
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John.
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QUoth John, prethee leave thy dream-ing
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and be an obedient Wife,
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I scorn that a Butter-box Flemming
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should vapour away my Life;
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The Duke of Yorke ventures his life too
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with all his Royalty;
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Hes a Prince that doth love his wife too
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I warrant as well as I.
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Good Princes are great Examples
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for Loyal hearts to follow:
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He that on Authority tramples
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I wish the Sea may swallow,
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The Dutch-man was ever a Traitor
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against their Soveraign;
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We will make it cost him hott water
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Ere I come a Shore againe.
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Weel beat the Belgick-Boobies,
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and gain their Guinay-Gold,
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Ile bring the home Pearls and Rubies
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as many as my Ship will hold;
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Ile make my Betty shine Splendid
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with Treasuries of the Main,
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And royally be attended
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When I come a Shore again.
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Betty.
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Then Betty with a whimpring face
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returnd these words agen,
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Ile put me on a Masculine Case,
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and pass for one of your Men;
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Ile swear (if youl believe me)
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Ile fear no Wind nor Weather,
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For I know it never will grieve me
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If both of us dye together.
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John.
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My Dear, I prethee leave pleading,
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thou shalt not to Sea with me,
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For I can tell by my reading
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it will not convenient be,
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Thou rather wilt hurt, and hinder me,
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when we begin the Fray,
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When Cleopatra put to Sea
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Mark Anthony lost the day.
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My very soul presages,
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we shall be Victorious Men,
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And cut out worke for Stages
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when we returne agen.
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Bett. Quoth she, Ile daily pray for thee
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and every Power implore.
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Joh. Ile fight (quod he) Oh then quoth she
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I never shall see the more.
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John.
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Said he, this Kiss a farwell gives
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my time is drawing on,
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He needs must go whom Honour drives.
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Bett. Quoth she, adieu sweet John.
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Joh. Quoth he, Ile make thee a Lady bright
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I prethee then dry thine eye:
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Theres many a wight, is made a Knight
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As little deserves as I.
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Thus sad and heavy hearted
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(their Kisses washd with tears)
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These faithfull Lovers parted,
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no case so sad as theirs;
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Before they came to the Marriage Bed,
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(so wofull is this Ditty)
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Ere she had lost her Maiden-head,
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Alack, the mores the pitty.
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