A Voyage to Virginia:
OR,
The Valiant Souldiers Farewel to his Love;
Unto Virginia he's resolv'd to go,
She begs of him, that he would not do so;
But her intreaties they are all in vain,
For he must Plow the curled Ocean Main;
At length (with sorrow) he doth take his leave,
And leaves his dearest Love at home to grieve.
To the Tune of, She's gone and left me Bird alone.
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MY pretty Betty I now must leave thee,
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the Drums doth summon me away,
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I must confess it sore doth grieve me,
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I can with thee no longer stay:
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When we are parted, be thou true hearted,
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thou wilt not change thy mind I know,
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From thee my favour, shall never waver,
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though I must to Virginia go.
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When first I did behold thy feature,
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my sences all were set on fire,
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Thy beauty bright, and comely Stature,
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which caused me for to admire:
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But fates prevent me, for to content thee,
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which fills my heart so full of woe;
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I cannot tarry with thee to marry,
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for I must to Virginia go.
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Long time I have been true and constant,
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as thou thyself didst always find,
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I never prov'd false one instant,
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nor ever was to thee unkind:
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My dear believe me, and do not grieve me,
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since thou dost see it must be so,
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My fortune I, will now go try,
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for I must to Virginia go.
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Had I a thousand pounds to leave thee
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although it were in good red Gold,
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Not half sh much it now would grieve me,
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to speak the truth I may be bold:
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Whatever thou requir'dst of me,
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thou never heard'st me answer no;
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Therefore content thee, do not prevent me,
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for I must to Virginia go.
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Is for Promotion and for Honour,
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that I must sail upon the Flood,
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I'le venture under Englands Banner,
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although I loose my dearest Blood:
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For unto danger I am no stranger.
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when stormy winds aloud do blow,
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I'le not forget thee, my dearest Betty,
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though I must to Virginia go.
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When Betty heard his Resolution,
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and that he was so fully bent,
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Her sences all were in Confusion,
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and thus with sorrow she did lament:
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O stay quoth she and do not venture,
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lest that you break my heart with woe,
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Leave not this Citty, but take some pitty,
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and do not to Virginia go.
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I prithee dearest do not forsake me,
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thou knowest I love thee more than life:
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According to thy promise take me,
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and let me be thy wedded wife:
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Leave bloody wars, and wounds and scarrs,
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to them who love did never know,
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Whilst I will ease thee, and strive to please thee
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then do not to Virginia go.
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But if thou be resolv'd to wander,
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and nothing can thy fancy turn,
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Ile march under the same Commander.
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and never stay at home to mourn:
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'Tis my desire, in mans attire,
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thy Comrade to appear in show,
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And day and night, yield you delight,
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as you unto Virgin[ia] go.
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O no, quoth he, my dearest jewel,
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that may not be in any wise;
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Upon the Seas are dangers cruel,
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and many storms do there arise:
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To stay at home then be contented,
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whilst I do fight against my Foe,
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And ease thy mourning till my returning
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for I must to Virginia go.
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Take here this ring which I do give thee
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my dearest, and do not complain,
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For with the same my heart I leave thee,
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until that I return again:
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I hope hereafter for to imbrace thee,
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then suffer not those Tears to flow;
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For when I am absent, I will be constant,
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although I do to Virginnia go.
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And so farewel my dearest Betty,
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a thousand times farewel my sweet;
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I now afford thee Kisses plenty,
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for to remember till we meet:
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If cruel Death, of Life deprive us,
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i'le meet thee in the shades below,
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Where we together, shall be forever,
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although I do to Virginnia go.
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When Betty saw her Lover parted,
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she sencless for a time remain'd,
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Being so kind and tender-hearted,
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at length her Spirits she regain'd
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And then a thousand happy wishes,
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She after sent her Love to show;
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Then home return'd, & there she mour['d]
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whilst he did to Virginnia go[.]
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