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THE MIDSHIPMAN'S WELCOME 147
And when the roaring waves mounting high they did move, In the greatest danger I thought on my love. The billows did foam, and the rocks they were nigh, Yet nothing but death, yet nothing but death Shall my love part and I.
I thank thee, my dear, for thy firm love to me In the midst of thy dangers upon the rough sea; Each night in my bed still as down I was lain I dreamed of shipwracks upon the salt main; But now I do find from these dangers I'm free, Since him that I love, since him that I love Is come safe unto me.
Indeed, my dear Molly, the Powers above Preserv'd me from dangers for thy tender love, For I have been where thundering cannons did roar, Their bullets like footballs flying from the shoar; The danger of tempest and cannon balls too. I have undergone, I have undergone For the sake, love, of you.
My dearest, it's true, for the fault is in me, For thou wouldst have wed, but I said, ' Go to sea.' But when thou wert gone how my heart was opprest! I scarce had a minute of pleasure and rest, For by day all my fear was of danger to thee, And by night I did dream, and by night I did dream Still of storms on the sea.
My dear, thou dreamst right, for e're we got home For several days we had storm after storm. We lost all our masts and our tackle to boot, In tempestuous nights on the ocean did float. But, thanks unto Heaven, we had no men lost, And the brave Royal Sov'rain, the brave Royal Sov'rain Come safe to our coast.