The Seamans adieu
to his pritty BETTY:
Living near WAPPING;
OR,
A Pattern of true Love, etc.
Sweet William to the Seas was prest,
and left his Love behind;
Whilst she her sorrows oft exprest
and blamd the fates unkind.
To the Tune of, Tender hearts, etc.
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SWeet William and pritty Betty,
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They were loving, kind, and pritty;
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none alive could be more true,
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Yet at last; how they was crost,
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in brief I will declare to you.
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He aboard was then commanded,
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By no means he could withstand it,
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she was left with grief on shore;
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Discontented, she lamented,
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for the loss of him therefore.
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Quod he, my dearest, cease thy weeping
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Heavens have thee still in keeping,
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for if I return alive;
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Here is my hand, by Sea and Land,
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no creature shall my Love deprive.
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Thus with sighs and tears they parted
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She to him was Loyal hearted,
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but her tears could not prevail;
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She was left, of Joy bereft,
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for then the Ship was under Sail.
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But alas! Tempestuous Weather,
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Wind and Rain, & Storms together,
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thus the raging Seas did rore;
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Quoth he, my dear, I greatly fear,
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that I shall never see thee more.
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Thus the Claps of roaring Thunder,
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Raisd the waves to all Mens wonder
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they were cast upon the Sand;
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The Ship was lost, and they was crost
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they being many Leagues from Land.
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Thus their goodly Ship staved,
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Nothing that they had was saved
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but the lives of only three;
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We on shore, may grieve therefore,
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to think of their Extreamity.
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While their grief they were expressing
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Heavens now doth send a blessing,
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for a Ship that Sailed by,
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Which did see them, and did free them
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from that woful Distany.
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They were bound for London City,
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Where they found his true loves pitty,
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thus they did declare indeed;
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That William he, was in the Sea,
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which made her very heart to bleed.
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O my dearest Love, she cryed,
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Would I for thy sake had dyed,
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thou lyst rouling in the Sea;
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Hear my Ditty, Lovers pitty,
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can you now forbear to weep?
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O ye Rocks and Waves so cruel,
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You have robd me of my Jewel,
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you have got my hearts delight;
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O come seize me Death, and ease me,
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thus she cryed day and night.
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Then the Messenger came creeping,
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All her friends was round her weeping
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seeing of her Misery;
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Then she cryed, as she dyed,
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love I long to be with thee.
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