EBBA 30859
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The SEAMANs Folly
In Marrying One so quickly; and for which he has
Cause to Repent at leisure.
Tune of, Cloris awake. Written by Joseph Martin.
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THere was a stout Seaman
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as I understand,
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That lately came Sayling
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into fair England,
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And for to be merry
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it was his intent
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And now you shall hear
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he has cause to repent.
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His Mess-Mates and he
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did together agree
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To go to the Tavern
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some pastime to see,
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Where he met with a lass
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that so pleased his mind
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That he vowed unto her
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hed be loving and kind.
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This maid being willing
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together they went.
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Where some howrs in pleasure
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together they spent,
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But at last all the Creame
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of the jest will appear
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When this couple in private
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together was there.
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He kindly imbracd her
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and thus to her said
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I greatly do fear
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that thou wilt dye a maid;
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Now I am resolved
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what ever betide
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If thou art but willing
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to make thee my Bride.
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Ile leave all the Seas
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the Rocks & the storms
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And kindly embrace thee
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all night in my arms,
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Then pray thee sweet heart
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be thou not so coy
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For soon thou shalt see
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I will get thee a boy,
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The Maids Answer.
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For to marry kind sir
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I am loath to begin,
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For all sorts of Charges
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comes tumbling in,
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Yet I am resolved
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what ever betide
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Ile have a stout Seaman
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to lye by my side.
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A Seaman I love him
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as dear as my life
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And I am resolvd to be
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a Seamans wife:
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Then why should I stay
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now I am in my prime
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For we will be marryed
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now it is high time.
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The Seamans answer.
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The young man at this
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began to rejoyce
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To think he had met with
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They straightway was married
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the truth for to say,
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But she made him a Cuckold
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the very next day.
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He presently finding
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his wifes pollicy,
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He then was resolved
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a trick for to try
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And strait did disguise himself
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as some people say
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He pickd her up walking
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in Ratcliff high way.
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To the Tavern they went
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where full merry they were
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But she little mistrusted
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her husband was there,
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Come lets drink a health
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without any delay
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My Cuckold at home
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all the reckoning shall pay.
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Her husband at this
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in a passion strait fell
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And with a good stick
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he lamfatted her well,
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So taking his leave
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he bid England adieu
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Since one has proovd false
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he did think had been true.
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London Printed for P. Brooksby at
the Golden-Ball in West-smithfield.
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