The Faithful Marriner:
OR, A Copy of VERSES Writ by a Seaman on Board the
Britania in the Streights, and directed to fair
Isabel, his loyal Love, in the City of
London.
Tune of,
The False-hearted Young Man: or,
The Languishing Swain.
FAir
Isabel of beauty bright,
To thee in love these lines I write,
Hoping thou art alive and well,
As I am now, as I am now,
Fair
Isabel.
On board the brave
Britannia bold,
I have the fortune to behold,
The sweet delightful banks of
Spain,
While in the Streights, while in the Streights
We do remain.
The
Spanish lords of high renown,
And gentery come swarming down,
To see the
British royal Fleet,
With swelling sails, with swelling sails,
And streamers sweet.
While we appear'd in all our pride,
The seas was ne'er so beautifi'd,
With able men of war before,
Along the streights, along the streights
And
Spanish-shore.
We have no storms nor weather foul,
To make the roaring billows roul,
But pleasant breathing gentle gales,
Enough to fill, enough to fill
Our swelling sails.
Along the coast of
Barbery,
The
Algerine they flock'd to see
Our warlike Fleet of royal fame,
And stood amaz'd, and stood amaz'd
To see the same.
The longer they the Fleet beheld,
The more they were with wonder fill'd;
As knowing we were
Britains bold,
And that the
French, and that the
French
Fa
[...]se tales had told.
For
Turvil made the
Turk believe,
That he no damage could receive;
For of a truth he did declare,
That masters of, that masters of
The seas they were.
This will for truth no longer go,
For
Turvil fears great
Russel so,
That for
Thoulon he stear'd away;
He han't forgot, he han't forgot
The month of
May.
With
Russel he is loath to deal,
For fear a second warlike peal
Should shake their whole foundation so,
That it might prove, that it might prove
Their overthrow.
Once more my dear and tender dove,
Fair
Isabel, my loyal love,
Except of these few lines I send,
Who will remain, who will remain
Your faithful friend.
Tho we are separated now,
I'll not forget that solemn vow,
Made when I left my native land,
To go on board, to go on board
Under command.
Then dearest do not grieve nor mourn,
With patience wait my safe return;
And then we'll both united be,
In lasting bonds, in lasting bonds,
Of loyalty.
The figure of a heart I send,
And round the same these lines are penn'd:
The chain of love has link'd it fast,
So long as l
[...]fe, so long as life
And breath shall last.
LONDON: Printed for J. Blare, on London-bridge.