An Excellent Song of Young Palmus and Fair Sheldra.
To the Tune of, Shackley, hey, etc.
Licens'd and Enter'd.
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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 undkindly 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 Sackley, 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 here 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 Storms 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 her Peer,
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i'll bear the Queen of Love:
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The working Water never fear,
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For Cupids 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'll rob the flowery Shores,
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And whilst thou guid'st the silken Sail,
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i'll 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 Sapho lov'd a Ferry-man,
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being a learned Queen;
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In golden Lette[r]s 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'll 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'll 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 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 Phoebus 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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But now thou maist thyself absent,
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for being so unkind:
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For now thour't turn'd by Wind and Fate,
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Instead of Love thou purchest Hate,
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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 he 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 Shackly, 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'll live, with thee i'll 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 Shackl[e]y, hey,
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fa la, etc.
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She then with bitter Sighs complain'd,
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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 she,
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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 Love's strange hateful Lot,
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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 af[t]er hate,
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As doth to well appear by me,
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in my forsaken 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 disease,
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because his Sheldras 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 swallow'd 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 Nymph 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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