The Seamen and Soudiers
Last Farwel to their Dearest Jewels.
He must be gone, the Fates have so decreed,
To serve his King and Countrey in their need:
In fight against the Dutch upon the Main,
Yet hes in hopes to see his Love again:
He chears her up, and bids she should not Mourn,
But wait with patience for his safe return.
The tune is, I am so deep in Love, or, Cupids Courtesie
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FArewel my dearest dear,
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now I must leave thee,
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Thy sight I must forbear
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although it grives me:
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From thy imbraces love
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I shall be parted:
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Yet will I constant prove
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and be true-hearted.
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My fortune I will try
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upon the Ocean,
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And fight most valiantly
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to gain promotion;
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My dearest blood ile spend
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for this our Nation,
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My Country to defend
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from Foes invasion.
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Princes of high renown
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are now ingaged,
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To pull the courage down
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of Foes inraged:
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Dukes, Lords & gentry high,
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all are preparing
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Their valour for to try,
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no cost is sparing.
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Why should I grudge to fight
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under the Banners,
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Of such approved Knights
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and brave Commanders:
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My chance I mean to try,
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I scorn to hide me,
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Ile face the Enemy
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what ere betide me.
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WHen I am on the Seas
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in haile and thunder,
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Where storms do raise the waves
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to all mens wonder,
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When Billows brush the sky
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and tempests threat me,
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Still on thy name Ile cry
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Ile not forget thee.
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Though Hogan Mogan States
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doe brag and bluster,
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And call upon their Mates
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forces to muster,
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Wel make them for to know
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we can disturb them,
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Once again they must bow
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England will curb them.
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In midst of skirmish hot
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when blowes are dealing,
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Fiery balls fly about
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and ships are realing:
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When Cannons are roaring
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and bullets are flying,
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He that will honour win
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must not fear dying.
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My dearest do not moan
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let not grief move thee,
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When I am from thee gone
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still I will love thee,
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If fortune me befriend,
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thou mayst be certaine
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Ile often to thee send
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after our parting.
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Thy Love Ile think upon
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in greatest danger,
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When I am from thee gone
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ile Love no stranger,
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No flesh alive shall make
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me prove unconstant;
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I will wait for thy sake,
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till the last instant.
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This piece of Gold wel break,
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love, for a token,
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Which as a pledge wel keep
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of faith unbroken,
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When thou the same dost see
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in my long absence,
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Then love remember me
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though at a distance.
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Hark how the Drums do beat
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with Trumpets sounding
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Souldiers in furious heat
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foes would be wounding
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From thy sweet company
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although it grieves me
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I must divided be
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and forct to leave thee.
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My Captain calls away
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in hast they hurry
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To march without delay
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I may not tarry,
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Patiently thou must bear
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love, leave thy weeping,
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Farewell my dearest dear,
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till our next meeting.
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