The Green-sickness grief, Or a Maidens moan,
Complaining because her Sweet-heart was gone.
To a pleasant new Tune.
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COme, come my sweet and bonny one
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thou hast my heart in hold,
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Thou makst me sigh when I should sing
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and sweat when I am a cold,
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Thou makst me weep,
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When I should sleep,
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My Bed with tears I fill;
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O both night and day,
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I wast away,
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Wanting my wish at will.
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Every Bird can chuse her Mate,
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the Ant can do the same.
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Both Fish and Foul their pleasure take,
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and follow after Game:
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Whilst I alone,
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Poore silly one,
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My loathed life do spill.
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O both night, etc.
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Sometimes I dream I see my Love,
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and fold him in my arms,
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But when I awake I am deceivd,
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which breeds me miclke harme;
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Such pains I bear,
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As able were,
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A silly soul to kill.
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O both night, etc.
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Would Jove my Bed stood in the place,
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where my True-love doth rest,
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Then would I fold within my arms,
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the man whome I love best.
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But he is gone,
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From me alone,
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Which now my heart doth kill.
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O both night, etc.
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Though thou art gone from me my Love
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and bad not me farewell,
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Yet will I pray for thy return,
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till thou comst here to dwell.
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Pray God thee keep,
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From dangers deep,
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Defend thee from all ill.
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O both night, etc.
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And so farewell my own true Love,
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since twill no better be,
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That you and I must needs depart,
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their is no remedy.
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Ile pray that thee,
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Full safe may be
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Still guarded from all ill.
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O both night, etc.
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The Ship that my true Love sails in
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is made of Oken wood,
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As good a Ship as ever saild
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upon the Ocean-flood:
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From Sands and Rocks,
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And Pyrats knocks,
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Sweet Jove defend him still.
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O both night and day,
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I wast away,
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Wanting my wish at will.
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The Green-sickness grief: Or,
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The Sailors new comming to his dearest Sweeting,
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Shewing what joy they receivd at their meeting.
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MY only dear, for whose sweet sake,
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I now am home returnd;
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Cheer up thy self, and weep no more,
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thou lookst as thou hadst mournd:
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My going was,
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Sweet-heart alas,
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To prove thy constant will.
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And thou my Love,
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Do constant preve,
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Therefore Ile love thee still.
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When I on Neptunes surly waves
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was tossed too and fro,
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Then I remembred thee my love,
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which did increase my wo;
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That I should go,
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To hazard so,
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My love and life to spill.
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But now I am here,
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My only Dear,
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I will stay with thee still.
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Leander like I would have sworn
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a Hellespont for thee:
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Now like Ulisses I will prove,
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unto his Penelopee.
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Before I part,
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From thee sweet-heart,
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Death with his Dart shall kill,
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And steal my breath,
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For untill death,
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Thou hast my heart at will.
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When sable night, the time of sleep,
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to each eye did appear,
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Thy absence then struck me so deep,
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the weight I scarce could bear,
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And to unbind,
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My troubled mind,
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I come Love with good will,
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To live with thee,
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Is best for me;
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And I will love the still.
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The cause that might induce me toot
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was as I then did hear.
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That thou all comfort did refuse,
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cause thou hadst lost thy Dear:
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But now I find,
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Thee true and kind,
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To thee I will be still
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The same for aye,
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At each assay,
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Ile keep thee from all ill.
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Sweet Mate now let us joyfully
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go unto Church with speed,
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If thoult Leander prove my Love,
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Hero Ile be to thee;
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I do rejoyce,
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To see my choyce,
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Contrary bent to ill;
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Sith it is so,
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Come let us go,
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Our Marriage to fullfill.
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