A Voyage to Virginia:
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The Valliant Souldiers Farwel to his Love.
Unto Virginia hes resolvd to go,
She begs of him, that he would not do so;
But her Intreaties they are all in vain,
For he must plow the curled Ocean Main:
At length (with sorrow) he doth take his leave
And leaves his dearest Love at home to grieve.
To the Tune of, Shes gone and left me here alone.
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MY pritty Betty I now must leave thee,
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the Drums doth summon me away
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I must confess it sore doth grieve me,
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I can with the no longer stay:
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When we are parted, be thou true hearted
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thou wilt not change thy mind I know.
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From thee my favour, shall never waver,
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though i must to Virginia go.
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When first I did behold thy feature,
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my senses all were set on fire.
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Thy beauty bright, and comely Stature,
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which caused me for to admire:
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But fates prevent me, for to content thee,
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which fills my heart so full of woe;
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I cannot tarry, with thee to marry,
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for i must to Virginia go.
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Long time I have been true and constant,
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as thou thy self didst, always find.
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I never proved false one instant,
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nor never was to thee unkind:
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My dear believe me, and do not grieve me,
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since thou dost see it must be so.
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My fortune I, will now go try,
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for i must to Virginia go.
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Had I a thousand pounds to leave thee,
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although it were in good red Gold.
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Not half so much it now would grieve me,
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to speak the truth I may be bold:
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What ever thou requirdst of me,
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thou never heardst me answer no:
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Therefore content thee, do not prevent me
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for i must to Virginia go.
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TIs for Promotion and for Honour,
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that I must sail upon thee Flood.
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Ile venture under Englands Banner;
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although I lose my dearest Blood:
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For unto danger I am no stranger,
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when stormy winds aloud do blow.
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Ile not forget the my dearest Betty,
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though i must to Virginia go.
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When betty heard his Resolution,
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and t[h]at he was so fully bent.
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Her senses all were in Confusion,
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and thus with sorrow she did lament:
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O stay quoth she and do not venture,
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least that thou break my heart with woe
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Leave not this City, but take some pitty,
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and do not to Virginia go
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I prethee dearest do not forsake me,
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thou knowest I love thee more then life.
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According to thy promise take me,
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and let me be thy Wedded wife:
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Leave bloody wars, and wounds and scars,
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to them who love did never know.
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Whilst I will ease thee and strive to please thee
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then do not to Virginia go
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But if thou be resolvd to wander,
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and nothing can thy fancy turn.
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I[]le march under the same Commander,
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and never stay at home to mourn:
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Tis my desire in Mans attire,
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thy Comrade to appear in show.
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And day and night yield you delight,
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as you unto Virginia go.
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O no quoth he, my dearest Jewel,
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that may not be in any wise.
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Upon the Seas are dangers Cruel,
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and many Storms arise:
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To stay at home then be contented,
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whilst I do fight against my Foe.
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Ande ease thy mourning, till my returning
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for i must to Virginia go.
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Take here this Ring which I do give thee,
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my dearest and do not complain
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For with the same my heart I leave thee,
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untill that I return again:
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I hope here after for to embrace thee,
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then suffer not those Tears to flow:
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For when I am absent, I will be constant,
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although i do to Virginia go.
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And so farewel my dearest betty,
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a thousand times farwel my sweet,
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I now afford the Kisses plenty,
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for to remember till we meet:
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If cruel Death of Life deprive us
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ile meet the in the shades below,
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Where we together, shall be for ever,
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although i do to Virginia go.
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When betty saw her Lover parted,
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she senseless for a time remaind,
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Being so kind and tender-hearted,
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at length her Spirits she regain[]d
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And then a thousand happy wishes,
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she after sent her Love to show:
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Then home returned and there she mourned
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whilst he did to Virginia go.
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