The Seamans sorowful Bride.
See here the constant mournful Bride,
In sorrow doth complain;
For fear her joy and hearts delight,
Should ner return again.
To the Tune of, Ah! jenny Gin.
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MY Love is on the brackish Sea,
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and I am on this side,
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Twould break a poor young creatures heart,
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that lately was a Bride:
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That lately was a joyful Bride,
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so pleasant to the eye,
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But Hollands Land, doth me withstand,
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and part my Love and I.
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The Love that I in heart have chose,
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I therewith am content,
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The floating Sea shall dryed be,
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[b]efore I will repent:
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But cruel Fate my joys arrest,
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it cannot helped be,
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Whilst I do cry, most mournfully,
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fate parts my Love and me.
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O gentle Neptune be so kind,
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to send him back again,
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He ner will be out of my mind,
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that now hath crost the Main:
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Oh hapless Bride, so soon to loose
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the pleasure of thine eye,
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But rigid fate, my bliss doth hath
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and parts my Love and I.
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No sleep shall give my troubled mind
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a comfortable hour,
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For while my Love is on the Main,
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fears do my joys devour:
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And ery blast that blows, I fear,
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my Love should drowned lye,
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But tis a grief, beyond relief,
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so Love for thee ile dye.
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Ah! cruel Fate, too much unkind,
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why dost thou serve me so?
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Give ease to my destressed mind,
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and banish all my woe:
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For I shall never be at rest,
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till I my Love do see,
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Then gentle wind, be sure be kind,
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ner part my Love and me.
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You sturdy Rocks be sure give way,
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and let my Love sail by,
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For if he should be made your Prey,
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in what a case were I:
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Or if the waves should cruel prove,
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which I ner hope to spy,
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I should be lost, and strangely crost,
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to part my Love and I.
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Blow wind and send a happy Gale,
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that he may home return,
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If thou but fill his prosperous Sail
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I need no longer mourn:
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My happiness will be compleat,
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when him I chance to see,
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Now I lament, in discontent,
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since Fate parts him and me.
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You powerful Stars that Mortals rule,
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mind but my sad complaint,
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And send me home my Love again,
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that now am like to faint:
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I sigh, I pant, I waste away,
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no pleasures can I see,
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Since my Delight, is out of sight,
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and fate parts him and me.
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Now must I blame the cruel wind
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that sent my Love away,
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O fates, why were you so unkind,
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as not to let him stay:
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Just in the bud of all my joys,
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could you so cruel be,
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To banish hence, my Love, my Prince,
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and part my Love and me.
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Is it in vain to sigh and mourn,
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unhappy then am I,
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Or now because I am forlorn,
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must I in sorrow dye?
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No, no, I hope theres joys in store,
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that I may live to see,
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Though now opprest, I may be blest,
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Heavens bless my Love and me.
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LEave off thy tears my only joy,
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since I am safe arrivd:
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Let not this grief my Love destroy,
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nor be of hopes deprivd;
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For Ile imbrace thee in my Arms,
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and fill thee with such bliss;
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That Venus with her dallying Charms,
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envies our happiness.
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Though I upon the Seas was tost,
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when absent from my Dear:
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Fearing each moment to be lost,
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yet this my comfort were:
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That I should safe again return,
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which now I find is true;
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And since I in Loves passion burn,
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I bid the Seas adieu.
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Now we will revel day and night,
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within each others Arms;
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In thee shall be my chief delight,
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Ile shield thee from all harms;
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Kindly thy body Ile imbrace,
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and ever constant be.
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No other joys shall ere take place,
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Ile live and dye with thee.
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