THE
Sea-mans doleful Farewel;
Or, The Greenwich Lovers mournful Departure,
See here the Pattern of true Love,
which absence cannot stain;
And nothing shall his mind remove,
till he returns again.
This may be Printed, R.P.
Tune of, State and Ambition.
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Man.
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FArewel my dearest Love, now must I leave thee,
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to the East-Indies my Course I must steer,
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And when I think upon't sore it doth grieve me,
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let nothing possess thee with doubt or with fear;
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For i'le be Loyal unto thee for ever,
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and, like to the Turtle, will constant remain,
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Nothing but cruel Death our Love shall sever,
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but we will be married when I come again.
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Maid.
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And must we, by Fortune, thus strangely be parted?
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what dost thou think will become then of me?
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Who must continue here quite broken-hearted,
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let me thy true Love now venture with thee:
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I fear not the dangers that wait on the Ocean,
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my troubles will greater be here on the Shore,
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Unto thy true Love now grant what she doth mention,
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who else greatly fears she shall see thee no more.
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Man.
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With dangers on Seas thou art little acquainted,
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for when the winds blow, and the billows do roar,
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I fear thee (my true Love) will greatly be daunted,
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then let me intreat thee to stay on the Shore:
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My heart in thy breast I will sure leave behind me,
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and thou of my Constancy ne're shall complain,
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A Pattern of true Love thou ever shalt find me,
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and we will be married when I come again.
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Maid.
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How many, like thee, that are constant and loyal,
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do venture to Sea, and do never return?
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Then grant me my sute and make no more denyal,
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for I in thine absence for ever shall mourn:
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Oh like to a Sea-Boy let me be attired,
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and talk not of leaving me here on the Shore,
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Thy Company by me so much is desired,
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that sure I should dye should I see thee no more.
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Man.
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Cease, my true Love, and no more do perswade me,
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why shouldst thou run hazards just now in thy prime?
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Thy true Love for ever blind Cupid hath made me,
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and thou to the top-most i'm sure cannot climb;
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Thy Lilly-white hand cannot handle the tackle,
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the pitch and the tar on thy palms will remain,
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Tho now thou art fetter'd in Cupids strong shackle,
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yet we will be married when I come again.
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Maid.
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Go then, my true Love, and Heavens great blessing
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(wheree're thou dost sail) still upon thee attend,
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Love is a pleasure beyond all expressing,
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and Neptune, my dearest I pray thee defend:
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For if in mine absence my Love should miscarry,
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whom I for his Virtues do so much adore,
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Then I of my life without doubt should be weary,
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and pine to my grave should I see thee more.
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Man.
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Come be of good comfort and grieve not my dearest,
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for I am as loth from my Love to depart,
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Heaven can prevent all the dangers thou fearest,
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then let not such jealousies trouble thy heart:
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For should I behold all the Beauties in Venice.
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yet still to my Dear I would constant remain,
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And nothing shall cause any difference between us,
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but we will be married when I come again.
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Maid.
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I long for that hour and covet the minute
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when Hymen my true love and me shall unite:
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I surfeit to think of the pleasure there's in it,
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comfort by day, but far sweeter by night,
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When we like true lovers shall joyn our poor face
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and find such delight as I ne'r knew before,
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Tis for certain a bliss for to lye in embraces,
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and then I will part with my true Love no more[.]
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Man.
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Well now the wind serves, in despight I must l[eave] t[hee,]
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but at our farewel let us change a sweet kiss:
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Again I do swear I will never deceive thee,
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and hope at the last to enjoy what I wish;
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Still hoping that Fortune will show me such favou[r]
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that I may be prosperous on the Salt Main,
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My true love in sorrow I fear for to leave her,
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but hope to enjoy her when I come again.
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Maid.
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Then down their poor cheeks the salt Tears they [did] tric[kle,]
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whole vollies of sighs from their breasts there did [fly,]
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At last he prevailed by little and little
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that he might be gone, and she could not deny:
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But kisses at parting were wonderful plenty,
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and needs it must be that it grieved them sore,
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Tears they did drop till their eyes they were empty,
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for fear she her true love should never see more.
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