The Saylors departure from his dearest Love,
Wishing that still (to him) she'd constant prove.
She (in the Second Part) doth thus reply,
E'er she'd from him depart, she'll chuse to dye.
To a New Tune of, Adieu my pritty One.
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NOw I am bound to the Seas,
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and from my love must part,
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May ought my dear displease,
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that lies so near my heart:
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Nor mourn my sweet for me,
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to perturbate thy mind,
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Since there no help can be,
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I must leave thee behind.
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Remember me on shore,
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as I thee on the main,
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So keep my love in store,
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till I return again.
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Poor Sailors must endure
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the storms of Boreas blast,
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Of Life no man is sure,
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while Seas raging last:
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But when the Storms are o'er,
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that wind and tide serves well,
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We hast to kiss the shore,
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where our true lovers dwell:
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Remember, etc.
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When we are landed there,
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and come to greet our Friends,
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Strange wonders we declare,
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how God us safe defends,
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Then Love (if thou please)
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pray still for my success,
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And prosperous Gale at Seas
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to shield us from distress,
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Remember, etc.
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Our shipping shall be built,
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without the help of Tree,
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The hardest flint shall melt,
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e'er I prove false to thee.
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And though I be inforc'd
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to part thy Company,
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My love bides indivorc'd,
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and shall do till I dye.
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Remember, etc.
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The fire shall freeze by kind,
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the Snow shall flaming burn,
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The Rain shall turn to Wind,
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or e'er my love return:
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Young men and maidens all,
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that live in England wide,
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To witness I you call,
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how firm my love shall bide.
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Remember, etc.
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The mountains high shall fall,
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beneath the Valleys deep,
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E'er I prove false at all,
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my promise so I'll keep:
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And if I hold not true,
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to thee my gentle Dove,
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Let not my Eyes e'er view
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Earth, Air and Heaven above.
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Remember, etc.
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The Fish shall seem to flye,
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yea, Birds to Fishes turn,
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The Sea be ever dry,
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and fire cease to burn:
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When I prove false to thee,
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shall these things come to pass,
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But that will never be,
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nor so ever was.
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Remember, etc.
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Let not deluding tongue,
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bereave me of my love,
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Nor (sweet) do me such wrong,
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least it my death should prove.
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Thou seest I must away,
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our Ship lies under sail,
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And time for none will stay,
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God send's a happy Gale.
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Remember me on shore,
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as I thee on the main,
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So keep my Love in store,
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till I return again.
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MUst thou depart my dear,
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and leave me thus alone,
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'Twill cost me many a tear,
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though to thee it be unknown:
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But be assur'd I'll pray,
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unto the powers Divine,
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To prosper thee the way,
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where fate shall now design:
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While I remember thee on shore,
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and keep my love in store,
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Do thou the like to me,
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on Sea, or on the shore.
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O till thou dost return
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from off the Ocean main,
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Full often I shall mourn
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in a lamenting strain,
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And when fierce Winds arise,
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or but contrary blow,
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My sighs and watry eyes
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shall sympathize thy woe,
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Then I'll remember, etc.
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Each hour shall seem to me,
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in length (at least) a Year:
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Till thy return again,
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my joys are filled with fear,
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For on the Sea I know
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what sundry dangers be,
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Rocks, Sands and many a Foe,
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from which Lord keep thee free.
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Thus I'll remember, etc.
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I would I might but sail,
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through surging Seas with thee,
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My heart would never fail,
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while thou art near to me:
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Or that I could but hear
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thy voice, I should be well,
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But thou'lt not be so near,
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to hear or see thy Nell,
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Yet I'll, etc.
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Though loath we be to part,
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yet since it seems we must
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To Sea, bear thou my heart
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with whom it's put in trust,
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And thine with me let rest,
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till thou return'st again;
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And each be doubly blest,
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by making one of twain.
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So I'll remember, etc.
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Meanwhile, my only joy,
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I'll kiss thee lovingly;
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Our hopes doth time destroy,
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would I could him deny:
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But time will comfort bring,
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though we are at time crost;
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And Winter finds a Spring,
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restored what seemed lost.
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Yet I'll, etc.
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Man. Farewel my love, farewell,
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ten thousands times adieu,
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My witty pritty Nell,
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till my return to you.
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Maid. Farewell to thee sweet-heart,
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that now to Sea art gone,
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With that great grief I part,
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to Lovers best 'tis known:
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Yet I'll remember thee, etc.
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