A most excellent Song of the loue of young Palmus, and faire Sheldra, with their vnfortunate loue.

To the tune of Shackley-hay.
YOung Palmus was a Ferriman,
whom Sheldra faire did loue:
At Shackley where her shéep did graze,
she there his thoughts did proue.
But he vnkindly stole away,
and left his loue at Shackley-hay.
Fa la la, fa, la la la la.
So loud at Shackley did she cry,
the woods resound at Shackley-hay.
Fa, la la, fa, la la la la.
But all in vaine she did complaine,
for nothing could him moue:
Till wind did turne him backe againe,
and brought him to his loue.
When she saw him thus turn'd by fate,
She turn'd her loue to mortall hate.
Fa, la la, &c.
Then wéeping to her did he say,
Ile liue with thee at Shackley-hay.
Fa, la la, &c.
No, no, (quoth she) I thee deny,
my loue thou once didst scorne,
And my prayers wouldst not heare,
but left me here forlorne:
And now being turn'd by fate of wind,
Thou think'st to win me to thy mind.
Fa, la la, &c.
Go, go, farewell I thee denay,
Thou shalt not liue at Shackley-hay.
Fa, la la, &c.
If that thou dost my loue disdaine,
because I liue on seas,
Or that I am a Ferry-man,
my Shel [...]ra doth displease:
I will no more in that estate,
Be seruile vnto wind and fate,
Fa, la la, &c.
But quite forsake Boats, Oares & Sea,
And liue with thee at Shackley-hay.
Fa, la la, &c.
My Sheldra's bed shall be my Boat,
her armes shall be my Oares,
where loue in stead of stormes shal float
on pleasant downes and shores:
Her sweetest breath my gentle gale,
Through tides of loue to driue my saile
Fa, la la, &c.
Her looke my praise and she my ioy,
To liue with me at Shackley-hay.
Fa, la la, &c.
Not Phao shall with me compare,
so fortunate to proue:
Faire Venus neuer was his fare,
Ile beare the Queene of loue:
The working waters neuer feare
For Cupids selfe our Barge shall steere
Fa, la la &c.
And to the shore I still will cry,
My Sheldra comes to Shackley-hay.
Fa, la la, &c.
To strew my Boate for thy auaile,
I [...]e rob the flowrie shores,
And whilst thou guid'st the silken saile,
Ile row with siluer Oares:
And as vpon the streams we float,
A thousand Swans shal guide our boat.
Fa, la la, &c.
And to the shore still will I cry,
My Sheldra comes to Shackley-hay.
Fa, la la, &c.
And haue a story painted there,
wherein there shall be seene,
Now Sapho [...]ou'd a Ferriman,
being a learned Queene:
In golden letters shall be writ,
How well in loue himselfe he quit,
Fa, la la, &c.
That all the Lasses still shall cry,
With Palmus wee'le to Shackley hay.
Fa, la la, &c.
And walking easily to the Strand,
wee'le angle in the brooke,
And fish with thy white-lilly hand,
thou need'st no other booke,
To which the fish shall soone be brought
& striue which shall the first be caught.
Fa, la la, &c.
A thousand pleasures will we try,
As we doe row to Shackley-hay.
Fa, la la, &c.
And if we be opprest with heate
in mid-time of the day,
Vnder the Willowes tall and great,
shall be our quiet bay,
Where I wil make thee fans of bowes,
From Phoebus beames to shade thy browes,
Fa, la la, &c.
And cause them at the Ferry cry,
A boat, a boat to Shackley-hay.
Fa, la la &c.
A troupe of dainty neighboring girles,
shall dance along the strand,
Vpon the gravell all of pearles,
to wait when thou shalt land,
And cast them selues about thee round,
Whilst thou with garlands shalt be crownd,
Fa, la la, &c.
And all the shepheards with joy shal cry
O Sheldray is come to Shackley-hay.
Fa, la la, &c.
Although I did my selfe absent,
'twas but to try thy mind:
But now thou maist thy selfe repent,
for being so vnkind:
For now thou art turnd by wind & fate
In stead of loue t [...]' hast purchast hate.
Fa, la la, &c.
Wherefore returne thee to the Sea,
And bid farwell to Shackley-hay.
Fa, la la, &c.

The second part

to the same tune.
THus all in vaine he did complaine,
and no remorce could find:
Y [...]ng Palmus through his owne disdaine
made Sheldra faire vnkinde:
And she is from him fled and gone,
He laid him in his boat alone,
Fa, la la, &c.
And so betook him to the Sea,
And bade farewell to Shackley-hay.
Fa, la la, &c.
Then from the happy sandy shore,
into the floating waues,
His vessell fraught with brinish teares,
into the maine hee laues.
But all in vaine, for why he still
With weeping eyes his boat did fill,
Fa, la la, &c.
And lancht his boat into the sea,
And bade farewell to Shackley-hay.
Fa, la la, &c.
Now farwell to my Sheldra faire,
whom I no more shall see:
I meane to leaue my life at sea,
by thy vnconstancy.
Come Neptune, come to thee I cry.
With thee Ile liue, with thee Ile dye.
Fa, la la, &c.
Thus he lancht himselfe into the sea,
And bade farewell to Shackley-hay.
Fa, la la, &c.
But farre from thence he had not gone,
ere Sheldra faire returned,
Whose heart kind pitye made to moane,
such passion in her burned:
But wh [...]n she to that place arriu'd,
She found the shore from him depriu'd.
Fa, la la, &c.
And her deare Palmus now at sea,
H [...]d bade farwell to Shackley-hay.
Fa, la la, &c.
She then with bitter sighes complaind,
her griefe did so abound:
O [...]t gr [...]euing that she him disdaind,
whom he so louing found:
But new (alas) 'twas all in vaine,
For he was gone by her disdayne.
Fa, la la, &c.
Leauing that place to her alone,
Wh [...] now laments that he is gone.
Fa, la la, &c.
O wreched Sheldra, then, quoth she,
confesse what fond disdayne,
H [...]th wrath caused to fall on thée:
could this long suffering paine,
By thée (alas) so soone forg [...]t,
Seru'd to thy loues strange hatefull lot.
Fa, la la, &c.
And thus to lye, and for him crie,
Whom thou so fondly didst deny.
Fa, la la, fa, la la la la.
Who once did truly l [...]e, I sée,
shall neuer after hat [...]
As doth too well appears by me,
in my forsaken state.
Alas, I meant my scorne to proue,
By onely tryall of his loue.
Fa la la, fa, la la la la.
Now haplesse me, since I doe sée,
He hath forsaken wofull me,
Fa, la la, &c.
Thus all this while in roughest seas,
poore Palmus boat was tost:
F [...] more his mind with his disease,
because he Sheldra lost.
In mids of this, he her forswears,
He rent his boat and tore his haires.
Fa, la la, &c.
Threw hope away, for he alas,
Could be no more drownd then he was.
Fa, la la, &c.
Euen as his griefe had swallowed him,
so stroue the greedy waues:
About his boat and ore the brim,
each lofty billow raues:
There is no trust to swelling powers,
That what it may [...]t still deuoures,
Fa, la la, &c.
But by the breach the seas might see,
The boat felt more the rage then hee.
Fa, la la, &c.
Thus wrackt and scatterd was their state
while he is quite swomme:
Through liquid paths to Thetis gate
by soft degrees went downe
Whom when the Nymphs beheld, the Girles,
Soone layd aside their sorting pearles.
Fa, la la, &c.
And vp they heau'd him as a guest,
Vnlookt for now come to their feast,
Fa, la la, &c.
His case they pittied: but when they
beheld his face right faine,
For very loue, into the sea,
they pulld him backe againe:
So were they with his beauty mou'd,
For what is faire is sonne belou'd.
Fa, la la, &c.
Thus with Nimphs he liues in the sea,
That left his loue at Shackley-hay.
Fa, la la, &c.
Then Sheldra faire to Shackley went,
to end her wofull dayes,
Because young Palmus cast himselfe
into the floating Seas.
At Shackley-hay did fayre Sheldra dye,
And Palmus in the sea doth lye,
Fa, la la, &c.
So as they liu'd so did they dye,
And bade farewell to Shackley-hay.
Fa, la la, fa, la la la la.

Printed at London for I. W.

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