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THE BENJAMIN'S LAMENTATION 89
' Ah, Betty, when billows do rage and do roar For want of thy sight I am troubled sore : Whilst other are troubled with terror and fear, Yet I am cheer'd up with the thought of my dear.
' No prison is like to the want of thy sight, Which locks up my bliss, for thou art my delight: Though distant I am, therefore only opprest, Yet still my dear Betty doth lodge in my breast.
' In the midst of my sorrows, whilst others do mourn, 'Tis the want of my love that doth make me forlorn ; Yet [I] would not enjoy thee in this cursed place, Though for want of thy love my tears trickle apace.
' But be of good cheer, for every one knows 'Tis an ill wind indeed that no comfort blows ; And again I do hope thee in England to see, Then who'l be so happy as Betty and me ?
' And now, thorough Providence, I am return'd : By shipwrack I 'scap'd, for our ship it was burn'd; No torment like mine was when I was a slave, For the want of my Betty was worse than a grave.'
THE BENJAMIN'S LAMENTATION FOR THEIR SAD LOSS AT SEA BY STORMS AND TEMPESTS:
Being a brief narrative of one of his Majestie's ships called the Benjamin, that was drove into harbour at Plymouth, and received no small harm by this tempest.
To the Tune of The Poor Benjamin.
Captain Chilver's gone to sea,
I, boys, O boys ! With all his company, I ! Captain Chilver's gone to sea, With all his company,
In the brave Benjamin, O !