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SONGS AND BALLADS
'Tis far better staying with me on the shore, Where pleasures and joys do abound,
Than for [you] to venture where cannons do roar, In the depth of the seas to be drown'd. |
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O be not so cruel, my love, for to fight, But tarry, my dearest, with me;
We'l find out a way in Love's war for to fight, And I'le strive for to set my love free. |
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Man.
All that thou canst do, my love, will not procure
My freedom, I sorely do fear ; But I must the hardship of service endure,
And I must bid adieu to my dear. |
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My captain by no means will let me go free, He likes me so well, I do hear ;
Therefore it's in vain to beg my liberty, For I must bid adieu to my^dear. |
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Maid.
I'le go to thy captain and fall on my knee; ■
Perhaps he'l take pitty on me ; If five pounds or ten pounds will buy thy discharge
He shall have it to set my love free. |
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The Captain's Answer.
Not ten pounds nor twenty will buy his discharge, Fair maid, you must patiently bear;
He shall go to sea for his King to ingage, And he must bid adieu to his dear. |
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He have him to serve me upon the salt main,
In battel with foes for to fight; Then cease, pritty maiden, and do not complain,
For the wars is a souldier's delight. |
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