The Seamen and Soudiers Last Farwel to their Dearest Jewels.
He must be gone, the Fates have so decreed,
To serve his King and Countrey in their need:
In fight against the Dutch upon the Main,
Yet he's in hopes to see his Love again:
He chears her up, and bids she should not Mourn,
But wait with patience for his safe return.
The tune is, I am so deep in Love, or, Cupids Courtesie
FArewel my dearest dear,
now I must leave thée,
Thy sight I must forbear
although it grives me:
From thy imbraces love
shall be parted:
Yet will I constant prove
and be true-hearted.
My fortune I will try
upon the Ocean,
And fight most valiantly
to gain promotion;
My dearest blood i'le spend
for this our Nation,
My Country to defend
from Foes invasion.
Princes of high renown
are now ingaged,
To pull the courage down
of Foes inraged:
Dukes, Lords & gentry high,
all are preparing
Their valour for to try,
no cost is sparing.
Why should I grudge to fight
under the Banners,
Of such approved Knights
and brave Commanders:
My chanceI mean to try,
I scorn to hide me,
I'le face the Enemy
what e're betide me,
WHen I am on the Seas
in haile and thunder,
Where storms do raise the waves
to all mens wonder,
When Billows brush the sky
and tempests threat me,
Still on thy name I'le cry
I'le nor forget thée
Though Hogan Mogan States
doe drag and bluster,
And call upon their Mates
forces to muster,
We 'I make them for to know
we can disturb them,
Once again they must bow
England will curb them.
In mid'st of skirmish hot
when blowes are dealing,
Fiery balls fly about
and ships are realing:
When Cannons are roaring
and bullets are flying,
He that will honour win
Must not fear dying.
My dearest do not moan
let not grief move thée,
When I am from thee gone
still I will love thee,
If fortune me befriend,
thou mayst he certaine
He often to thee send
after our parting.
Thy Love I'le think upon
in greatest danger,
When I am from thee gone
I'le Love no stranger,
No flesh alive shall make
me prove unconstant;
I will wait for thy sake,
till the last instant,
This piece of Gold we'l break,
love, nor a token,
Which as a pledge we'l keep
of faith unbroken,
When thou the same dost see
in my long absence,
Then love remember me
though at a distance.
Hark how the Drums do beat
with Trumpets sounding
Souldiers in furious heat
foes would be wounding
From thy sweet company
although it grieves me
I must divided be
and fore't to leave thee,
My Captain calls away
in hast they hurry
To march without delay
I may not tarry,
Patiently thou must hear
love, leave thy weeping,
Farewell my dearest dear,
till our next meeting.
Finis
With Allowance.
Printed for F. Coles, T. Vere, R. Gilbertson and I. Wright.