A most Excellent Song of the Love of Young Palmus and fair Sheldra.
To the Tune of, Shackley-hey.
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YOung Palmus was a Ferry-man,
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whom Sheldra fair did love,
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At Shackley where her sheep did graze,
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she there his thoughts did prove:
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But he unkindly stole away,
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And left his Love at Shackley-hey,
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fa la, fa la la la,
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So loud at Shackley she did cry,
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The words resounded at Shackley-hey,
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fa la, fa la la la.
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But all in vain she did complain,
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for nothing did him move,
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Till wind did turn him back again,
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and brought him to his Love,
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When she saw him thus turn'd by fate,
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She turn'd her love to mortal hate.
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fa la, etc.
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Then weeping to himself did say,
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I'll live with thee at Shackley-hey,
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fa la, etc.
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No no quoth she, I thee deny,
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my love thou once did scorn,
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And to my prayers would not hear,
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but left me hear forlorn:
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But now being turn'd by fate of wind,
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Thou thinkst to win me to thy mind,
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fa la, etc.
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Go, go, farewel I thee deny,
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Thou shalt not live at Shackley-hey,
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fa la, etc.
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If thou dost my love disdain,
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because I live on Seas,
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Or that I am a Ferry-man
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my Sheldra doth displease:
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I will no more in that estate
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be subject unto wind and fate,
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fa la, etc.
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But quite forsake both Oars and Sea,
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To live with thee at Shackley-hey,
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fa la, etc.
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My Sheldras Bed shall be my boat,
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her arms shall be my Oars.
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Where love instead of st[o]rms shall float,
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on pleasant downs and shoars:
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Her sweet breath my pleasant gale.
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Through tides of love to guide my sail,
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fa la, etc.
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Her love my praise, she is my joy,
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To live with me at Shackley-hey,
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fa la, etc.
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No Titan shall with me compare,
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so fortunate to prove,
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For Venus never was his peer,
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i'le bear the Queen of love:
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The working water never fear,
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For Cupid's self our Barge shall steer;
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fa la etc.
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And to the Shore I still will cry,
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My Sheldras come to Shackley-hey,
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fa la, etc.
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To strow the Boat for thy avail,
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i'le rob the flowery shores,
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And whilst thou guid'st the Silken Sail,
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i'le Row with golden Oars,
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And as upon the Seas we Float.
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fa la, etc
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And to the Shoar I still will cry,
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My Sheldra comes to shackley-hey,
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fa la, etc.
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And have a story painted there,
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whereon there may be seen
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How Sopho lov'd a Ferry-man,
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being a learned Queen:
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In Golden Letters shall be writ,
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How well in Love himself he quit,
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fa la, etc.
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Then all the Lasses still shall say,
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With Palmus we'l to shackley-hey,
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fa la, etc.
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And walking easily to the Strand,
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we'l angle in the Brook,
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And Fish with the white Lilly wand
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thou knowst no other hook:
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To which the Fish shall soon be brought.
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And strive which shall be caught,
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fa la, etc.
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A thousand pleasures we shall try,
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As we walk on to shackley-hey,
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fa la, etc.
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And if we be opprest with heat,
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in the mid time of the day,
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Under the Willows tall and great,
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shall be our quiet Bay:
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Where I will make thee Fans of bows,
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From Phebus beams to shade thy Brows,
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fa la, etc.
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And cause them at the Ferry cry,
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My sheldra comes to shackley-hey,
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fa la, etc.
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A troop of dainty neighbouring Girls
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shall dance along the Strand,
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Upon the Gravel all of pearls,
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to wait when thou shalt Land:
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And cast themselves upon the ground,
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whilst thou with garland shall be crown'd
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fa la, etc.
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And Shepherds all with joy shall say,
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See sheldra come to shackley-hey,
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fa la, etc.
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ALthough I did myself absent,
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but to try thy mind,
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Sut now thou mayst thy self absent,
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for being so unkind:
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For now thour't turn'd by wind & fate,
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Instead of Love thou purchest have,
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fa la, etc.
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Therefore return thee to the Sea,
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And bid farewel to shackley-hey
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fa la, etc.
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Then all in vain she did complain,
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and no remorse could find,
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Young Palmus through his own disdain,
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made fair sheldra unkind:
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And she is from him fled and gone,
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He laid him in his Boat alone,
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fa la, etc.
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And so betook him to the Sea,
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And bad farewel to shackley-hey,
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fa la, etc.
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Then from the happy sandy shore,
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into the floating waves,
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His Vessel fraught with brinish tears.
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into the main he laves:
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But all in vain, for why he still,
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With weeping eyes his boat did fill,
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fa la, etc.
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He launcht himself into the Sea,
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And bad farewel to shackley-hey,
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fa la, etc.
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Now farewel to my sheldra fair,
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whom I no more shall see,
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I mean to lead my life at Sea,
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by thy inconstancy,
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Come Neptune come, to thee I cry,
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With thee i'le live, with thee i'le dye,
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fa la, etc.
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Then launcht himself into the Sea,
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And bad farewel to shackley-hey,
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fa la, etc.
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But far from thence he had not gone,
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e're sheldra fair return'd:
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Whose kind pitty made me moan,
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such passion in her burn'd:
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But when she to that place arriv'd,
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She found the shore of him depriv'd,
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fa la, etc.
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And her dear Palmus now at Sea,
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Had bid farewel to shackley-hey,
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fa la, etc.
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She then with better sighs complain,
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her grief did so abound,
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Oft grieving that she him disdain'd,
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whom she so loving found:
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But now alas twas all in vain,
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For he was gone by her disdain,
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fa la, etc.
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Leaving that place to her alone,
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Who now laments that he is gone,
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fa la, etc.
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O wretched sheldra then quoth he,
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confess what fond disdain,
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Hath wrath caused to fall on thee,
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by this long suffering pain:
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By thee alas, so soon forgot,
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Serve to thy loves strange hateful lost
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fa la, etc.
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And thus to lye and for him cry,
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Whom thou so fondly did deny,
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fa la, etc.
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Who once did truly Love I see,
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will never after hate,
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As doth to well appear by me,
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in my forsaking state:
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Alas my scorn I mean to prove,
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By only Tryal of thy love,
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fa la, etc.
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Now hapless me for I do see,
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He hath forsaken woful me,
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fa la, etc.
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Thus all the while in roughest Seas,
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poor Palmus Boat was tost,
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But more in's mind this did discase,
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because his sheldra's lost?
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In midst of this he her forswears,
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He rent his Coat, and tore his hair,
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fa la, etc.
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Threw hope away, for he alas,
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Could be no more drown'd then he was;
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fa la, etc.
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Even as his grief had swallowd him,
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so did the greedy waves,
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About his Boat and o're the brim,
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each Billow swiftly raves:
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There is no trust in swelling powers,
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That what it may it still devours,
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fa la, etc.
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And the breach the Seas may see,
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The Boat felt more the rage then he,
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fa la, etc.
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Thus wrapt and scattered in the state,
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while he in quiet swam,
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Through liquid path to Thetis gate,
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by soft degrees went down
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Whom when the nymp beheld the girls
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Soon laid aside their sporting Pearls,
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fa la, etc.
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And up they heav'd him as a Guest.
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Unlookt for now come to the feast,
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fa la, etc.
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His case they pittyed, but when they
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beheld his face right fain,
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For very love into the Sea,
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they pull'd him back again:
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So they were with his beauty mov'd,
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For what is fair is soon belov'd,
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fa la, etc.
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Then with the Nymphs he lives in sea,
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That left his love at shackley-hey,
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fa la, etc.
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Then sheldra fair to shackley went,
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to end her woful days,
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Because young Palmus cast himself
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into the Floating Seas,
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At shackley did fair sheldra dye,
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Young Palmus in the Seas doth lye,
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fa la, etc.
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So as they liv'd, so did they dye,
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And bid farewel to shackley-hey,
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fa la, fa la la la
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