The youthful damsel then did cry, ‘I’ll part with gold and silver too, Another person to employ, that may be better spared than you. 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, still 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 I 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!’_ ‘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 thee more!_’ Tho’ bitterly she did complain, her sighs and tears were all in vain; He would not suffer her to go, so many cares and griefs to know: But with sweet salutes they parted; she was left with tears on shore; _Here often crying, and replying, ‘I shall never see him more!’_ _THE SEA-MAN’S ADIEU TO HIS DEAR._ This man was prest to serve upon the seas, Which did his dearest very much displease; She importuned the captain on her knee, And proffered gold to have her love set free; But all would not prevail; the captain’s ear Was deaf, the maid’s complaint he would not hear. When no entreaty could move his hard heart She sadly took her leave, and so they part. To the Tune of _I’le go to Sir Richard_. Come, all loyal lovers that’s faithful and true, Observe, where ever you be, A pattern I here have presented to you: It is good to be constant, you see. But chiefly to thee, my own dearest, I speak, With patience my absence to bear, For now I am prest to serve on the seas, And I must bid adieu to my dear.