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