The Seamans adieu to his Dear.
This man was prest to serve upon the Seas.
Which did his Dearest very sore displease,
She importund the Captain on her knee,
And proffered gold to have her love set free,
But all would not prevaile, The Captains ear
Was deaf, the Maids complaints he would not hear,
When no entreaty could move his hard heart,
She sadly tooke her leave and so they part.
To the Tune of, Ile go to Sir Richard, etc.
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Man.
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COme all loyall lovers, thats faithful and true
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observe me wherever you be,
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A pattern I here have presented to you,
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it is good to be constant you see.
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But chiefly to thee (my own Dearest) I speak,
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with patience my absence to bear,
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For now I am prest, to serve on the Seas
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and I must bid adieu to my Dear.
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Our King must have Sea-men and Souldiers more stout,
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his enemies hearts for to fear,
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And I for my honour will venture about,
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and I must bid adieu to my Dear.
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Maid.
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O tell me not so (my own Dearest) I pray,
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for loves sake take pity on me,
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Ile do my indeavour to please thee alway,
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if that I may but have my Love free.
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Tis far better staying with me on the shore
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where pleasures and joyes do abound.
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Then for to go venture, where Cannons do roare
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in the depths of the Seas to be drownd.
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O be not so cruell my love for to fleight
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but tarry (my Dearest) with me,
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Wele finde out a way in loves warrs for to fight,
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and Ill strive for to set my love free.
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Man.
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All that thou canst doe (my Love) will not procure
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my freedome I sorely do fear,
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But I must the hardship of service endure,
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and I must bid adieu to my Dear.
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My Captain by no means will let me goe free
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he likes me so well I do hear,
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Therefore its in vain to beg my liberty,
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for I must bid adieu to my Dear.
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The Second Part to the same Tune.
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Maid.
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Ile go to thy Captain and fall on my knees,
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perhaps hele take pity on me,
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If five pounds or ten pounds will buy thy discharge
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he shall have it to set my love free.
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Captains answer.
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Not ten pounds nor twenty shall buy his discharge
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fair maid you must patiently bear,
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He shall go to Sea, for his King to ingage,
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and he must bid adieu to his Dear.
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Ile have him to serve me upon the salt main
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in battle with foes for to fight,
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Then cease pretty Maiden, and do not complain,
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for the wars is a Souldiers delight.
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Maid.
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Behold (noble Captain) these sorrowfull tears
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which down my cheeks trickles amain,
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To move your hard heart to release me of fears,
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and to grant me my love once again.
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No Maidens heart ever was fuller of woe,
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then good sir take pity on me,
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And let him no further unto the wars go
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but be pleased to set my Love free.
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Captain.
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O cease thy sute Damosel and be not so sad,
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let reason thy mind now asswage
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Ten thousand such Sea-men ere long must be had,
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all against the proud foes to ingage.
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Man.
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My dearest why doest rhou the Captain offend,
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thou seest he by no means will yield,
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I am now resolved my blood for to spend,
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upon the salt Seas or in field;
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Therefore be contented and cease thy said moans,
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take comfort and do not thou fear,
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If fortune befriend me when as I am gone,
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I shall once again see my own Dear.
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Maid.
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My dearest since thou must be parted from me,
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and here must no longer remain
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The thoughts of thy love all my comfort shall be
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untill I do see thee again.
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Each hour for thy welfare, to God I will pray,
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that he will in safety preserve.
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My one dearest Lover by night and by day,
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whilest he on the Ocean doth serve.
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This token I prithee love for my sake keep,
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remember me, when you it wear,
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This parting kiss take, which doth force me to weep
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and so heavens blesse my own Dear.
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Man.
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Adieu my dear Jewel, thy love I have found,
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thy parting doth grieve me full sore,
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The drums they do beat, & the trumpets do sound,
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and I must stay no longer on shore.
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