The Mariners Delight,
OR, The Seamans SEAVEN WIVES.
Being a pleasant new Song; shewing how a Seaman calld Anthony courted a young
Maid whose Name is Susan, in London: and (with great difficulty) gaind her affection; Notwith-
standing he had seaven Wives, all alive at that time: and at last was discovered, to the great advan-
tage and satisfaction of the Vertuous Maid and all her Relations. From which every Woman, Wi-
dow and Maid may learn how to be wary, and cautions in their Courting.
To the Tune of, Hail to the Mirtle Shades.
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MY Dearest I must to the Sea,
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Im come now to bid thee adieu:
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But pray thee be constant to me,
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as I shall prove real, and true:
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The Wind and the Storms may blow.
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and make a tempestuous Sea;
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But (whithersoever I go
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my Heart it remaineth with thee.
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Dear Anthony, Susan replyd,
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I love you with Soul, and with Life;
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But (Im sure) you are basely belied
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If you reckon to make me your Wife.
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Im told that you have a whole score
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of Sweethearts therefore tis in vain,
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To think that youl make me a Whore,
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My credit to blemish, and stain.
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He seemd as orehelmed with care;
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And since by all that is good:
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The Fowls that Fly in the Air;
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and Fishes that swim in the Flood
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Before that he provd a false Lover
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To her that he had by the hands
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No Water the Ocean should cover,
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nor green Grass grow on the Land.
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Then Susan began to look grave,
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and sorry for doubting his Love
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And modestly Pardon did crave;
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perswaded he real would prove.
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Then after a Glass of Canary,
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and such as the house could afford
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The Seaman could no longer tarry,
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but kissd her and streight went aboard.
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Poor Susan (for Grief) she did cry,
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to think that her Sweet-heart was gone,
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And left her to sigh and to die
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in love and in sorrow alone.
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But (thinking upon his returning)
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to languish she thought it in vain?
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Therefore she left off her fond mourning,
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expecting to see him again.
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But ere a Month was overpast,
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the hopes of her Marriage was gone,
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And Sorrow her Face did orecast,
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her Heart was as cold as a Stone,
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A Maid that was with her acquainted
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informd her of Anthonys Life;
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Her shame and disgrace she prevented,
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and kept her from being his Wife.
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A wife in Virginia he had,
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and three more in England and Waile
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In Holland a Phraw he did Wad,
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a couple he marrid in Cailes.
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But Anthony brave he was brisk,
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and past for a Batchellor still;
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And ready was for the next Frisk,
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and Women he had at his Will.
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Then Maids that are honest and chast,
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and you that are light (like the Wind
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And Widows that still are confest
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To be ever loving and kind
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Learn wisdom from what I have told
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For words they are made but of Air
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A Vertuous womans worth Gold;
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and Men that are honest are rare.
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