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SONGS AND BALLADS
Never shall I be contented while you leave your native shore This warlike action breeds distraction, I shall never see you more!
My dear, all hazards will I run, methinks the work cannot be done Except I do in person go to face that perjur'd potent foe : We have warlike sons of thunder, which will valiantly advance To the wide ocean for promotion and to check the pride of France.
'My dear, the royal English fleet, with the Dutch navy, will
compleate The work which fairly is begun: we fear not but Monsieur will
run; For we'll drive the rogues before us, teach them such an English dance: While they retire, stilt we'll fire, check the growing pride of France'
With sighs and tears this damsel said, ' If you resolve to go to
sea, In sailor's robes I'll be array'd and freely go along with thee ; Life and fortune 1 will venture rather than to stay on shore : Grief will oppress me, and possess me, that I ne'er shall see thee more.'
Said he, ' My dearest, stay on land, such idle fancies ne'er
pursue; Thy soft and tender milk-white hand [a] seaman's labour cannot
do : Here I leave both gold and treasure to maintain my dear on shore.' But still she crying, and replying, ' I shall never see thee more I'
Thy gold's no more than dross to me, alas ! my heart is sunk full low, The want of thy sweet company will surely prove my overthrow : Therefore, dearest, do not leave me, here tormented on the shore; Let us not sever, love, for ever, lest I ne'er shall see thet more I'