THE
Undaunted SEAMAN;
Who resolved to Fight for his King and Country:
TOGETHER WITH
His Love's Sorrowful Lamentation at their Departure.
To the Tune of, I often for my Jenny strove.
Licensed according to Order.
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MY Love I come to take my leave,
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Yet prithee do not sigh and grieve;
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On the wide Ocean I will fight,
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For to maintain the Nation's Right:
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Under Noble Chief Commanders,
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I resolve to take my Chance;
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On Board I'll enter, Life I'll venture,
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To subdue the Pride of France.
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My Dear, said she, be not unkind,
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I shall no Peace nor Comfort find,
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My very Heart will break for thee,
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If thus we must divided be:
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While thou art with Foes surrounded,
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Where the loud-mouth'd Cannons roar;
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This Warlike Action breeds Distraction,
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I shall never see thee more.
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Let no such fear attend my Dear,
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I hope to be as safe as here;
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For King and Country's good I'll stand,
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And vow to fight with Heart and Hand:
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None but Cowards fear to venture,
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Freely will I take my chance;
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On Board I'll enter, Life I'll venture,
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To subdue the Pride of France.
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The Youthful Damsel then did cry,
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I'll part with Gold and Silver too,
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Another person to Employ,
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that may be better spar'd than you:
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Never shall I be contented,
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While you leave your Native Shore;
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This warlike Action breeds Distraction,
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I shall never see thee more.
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My Dear all Hazards will I run,
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My-thinks the Work cannot be done,
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Except I do in Person go,
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To Face that Perjur'd Potent Foe:
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We have Warlike Sons of Thunder,
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Which will Valiantly Advance
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To the wide Ocean, for Promotion,
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And to check the Pride of France.
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My Dear, the Royal English Fleet,
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With the Dutch Navy, will compleat
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The Work, which fairly is begun,
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We fear not but Monsieur will run;
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For we'll drive the Rogues before us,
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Teach them such an English Dance,
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While they retire, still we'll fire,
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Check the growing Pride of France.
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With Sighs and Tears this Damsel said,
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If you resolve to go to Sea,
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In Sailers Robes I'll be array'd,
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and freely go along with thee:
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Life and Fortune I will Venture,
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Rather than to stay on Shore;
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Grief will oppress me, and possess me,
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That I ne'er shall see thee more.
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Said he, My Dearest stay on Land,
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such idle Fancies ne'r pursue,
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Thy soft and tender milk-white Hand,
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Seamen's labour cannot do:
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Here I leave both Gold and Treasure,
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To maintain my Dear on Shore;
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But still She crying and replying,
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I shall never see thee more.
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Thy Gold's no more than Dross to me,
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alas! my Heart is sunk full low,
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The want of thy sweet Company,
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will surely prove my Overt brow,
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Therefore dearest do not leave me
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Here tormented, on the Shore;
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Let us not sever, love forever,
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Lest I ne'er shall see thee more.
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Tho' bitterly she did Complain,
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Her Sighs and Tears were all in vain,
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He would not suffer her to go,
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So many Cares and Griefs to know:
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But with sweet Salutes they parted,
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She was left with Tears on Shore;
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Here often crying and replying,
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I shall never see him more.
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