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'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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.