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162 SONGS AND BALLADS
Our poor unhappy husbands' fatal fall.
Sweet Jesus Christ take pity on us all.
Children and widows send up doleful cries;
Their lamentations pierce quite thro' the skies :
Bereft of earthly joys, with grief opprest,
'Tis God alone can ease each troubled breast.
Their earthly stay and staff from them is gone,
Wherefore they must depend on God alone.
,And our good Queen will pity of them take;
Then grant them help for blessed Jesus' sake.
One man of all that number is alive,
But is so weak he cannot long survive.
Then let us all prepared be for death,
Since none knows when we must resign our breath.
By providence the captain just before,
With's lady too, did chance to go ashore.
Some other officers and sailors too
Are sav'd, and did that danger quite eschew.
Then let us all our sinful lives amend,
Since God such punishments to mortal send.
Let's bear in mind this tragedy just past,
And strive to live as each day was our last.
THE SAILOR'S COMPLAINT.
Come and listen to my ditty, all ye jolly hearts of gold, Lend a brother tar your pity who was once so stout and bold; But the arrows of God Cupid, alas ! have made me rue, Sure true love was ne'er so treated as I am by scornful Sue.
When I landed first at Dover she appeared a goddess bright. From foreign parts but just come over I was struck with so fair a
sight; On the shore pretty Susan walked near to where our frigate lay, And altho' so near the landing, I, alas ! was cast away.
When first I hail'd my pretty creature, the delight of land and
sea, No man ever saw a sweeter, I'd have kept her company ; I'd fain have made her my true love, for better or for worse, But, alas! I could not compass her for to steer the marriage