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SONGS AND BALLADS
We travell to the Indies, from them we bring som spice; There we buy rich merchandise at very little price ; And many wealthy prizes we conquer from the foe In fight, in fight: how ere the wind doth blow.
Into our native country with wealth we doe returne, And cheere our wives and children, who for our absence mourne Then doe we bravely flourish, and where soe ere we goe We roare : we roare : how ere the wind doth blow.
For when we have received our wages for our paynes The vintners and the tapsters by us have golden gaines. We call for liquor roundly, and pay before we goe :
And sing : and drink : how ere the wind doth blow.
We bravely are respected when we walke up and downe, For if wee meete good company wee care not for a crowne; Ther's none more free than saylors, where ere he come or goe, They'll roare o' th' shore : how ere the winde doth blow.
Then who would live in England and no[u]rish vice with ease, When hee that is in povertie may riches get o' th' seas ? Let's saile unto the Indies, where golden grass doth grow : To sea, to sea: how ere the wind doth blow.
THE JOVIAL MARRINER; OR, THE SEA-MANS RENOWN.
Sail forth, bold sea-men, plough the liquid main ; Fear neither storms nor pirats, strive for gain ; Whilst others sleep at home in a whole skin Your brave adventures shall great honours win.
To the Tune of lam a Jovial Batchelor, etc. [By] J. P.
I am a jovial marriner : our calling is well known ; We trade with many a foreigner to purchase high renown ; We serve our country faithfully, and bring home store of gold; We do our business manfully, for we are free and bold.
A sea-man hath a valiant heart, and bears a noble minde ;
He scorneth once to shrink or start for any stormy wind.