FAITHFUL JEMMY,
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Constant SUSAN: Living near Redriff.
When Jemmy he was bound to Sea,
Susan she did complain;
Said he, my Dear, be of good chear,
while I return again.
To the Tune of, State and Ambition.
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JEmmy and Susan both Loving and Loyal,
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and in their Embraces their joys did abound;
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Fortune divided them, this was a tryal,
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sweet Susan with sorrow encompassed round:
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Now he was forced to leave his sweet Susan,
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and also commanded to hoist up their Sail,
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This was a grief to them both in conclusion,
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ah! how she in sorrow then did bewail.
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Thus his sweet Susan alas! she lamented,
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she blaming the Fate and her Fortune unkind;
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Jemmy beholding, his heart then relented,
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he said, my dear Creature, thou surely shalt find:
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Though for a time we must now be divided,
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my heart I will lodge and lay up in thy breast,
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If by the Powers above we are guided,
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when I return my dear Love shall be blest.
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I do desire to have Life no longer,
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then I do intend to prove true to my Dear;
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Though for a time we are parted asunder,
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yet I will be faithful, love be of good cheer:
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Never was Creature more fair and compleater,
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then my loving Susan, the joy of my mind;
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Graced with Beauty in every Feature,
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i'le be unchangable, Love, thou shalt find.
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Oh that my sighs and my tears were prevailing,
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my dear to enjoy thee, and all would be well;
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But in thy absence all blessings are failing,
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sweet Jemmy 'tis thee that my grief can expel:
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Love do not leave me, sweet Jemmy reprieve me,
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now from those sad sighing, and sorrow and grief,
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Thou hast my heart, dear Jemmy believe it,
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then take some pitty and yield me relief.
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My dearest Jemmy, the Seas they have danger,
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when in raging Tempests the Billows do roar,
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I to those sorrows my Love, am a Stranger,
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and when thou art gone I shall ne'r see thee more:
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I have five hundred pounds to my portion,
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in Silver and Gold, love all shall be thine;
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Why shouldst thou hazzard thy Life on the Ocean,
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and leave me in sorrow here to repine?
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Cease my sweet Susan, for I am ingaged,
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with Noble Commanders to Sail on the Main,
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Love, let thy sorrows and tears be asswaged,
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dear be but contented and do not complain:
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Let not my absence my jewel, so grieve thee,
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the pride of my heart, and joy of my mind,
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Take here my Ring as a pledge, I will leave thee,
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and I will be faithful, Love thou shalt find.
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Then from her fair Eyes the tears they did trickle,
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like streams that flow'd down from the Fountain of love
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Faithful and Loyal, and scorns to be Fick[l]e,
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her heart it was fixed and could not remove:
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Susan in sorrow almost broken-hearted,
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the Wind it did serve with a most pleasant Gale;
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Then these two Lovers, alas! they were parted,
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for the goodly Ship was now under Sail.
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Now he is gone, may the Heavens protect him,
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from all the proud Waves of the Tempestuous Main.
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Keep him from danger, and always direct him,
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and send him in safety to England again:
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Here to compleat our joys with a Blessing,
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in a True-Lovers Knot which can ne'r be unty'd;
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All that is mine he shall then be possessing,
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and never depart till Death us devide.
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