%ISOlat1; %ISOlat2; %ISOnum; %ISOpub; ]> The Seamans doleful Farwel / Or, the Greenwitch Lovers mournful Departure, / See here the pattern of true Love, / which absence cannot srtain; / And nothing shall his mind remove, / till he returns again. University of California - Santa Barbara The Early Modern Center Director Patricia Fumerton 1671-1702 Early Modern Center, University of California Santa Barbara Santa Barbara, CA 08/14/2008 21848

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4.186 R183646 1 State and Ambition State and Ambition State and Ambition FArewel my dearest Love now must I leave thee, / to the East-Indies my Course must I steer, but we will be marryed when I come again. [stanzas 1,3, 5, 7, 9; with variations]; that sure I should dye should I see thee no more. [stanzas 2, 4, 6, 8, 10; with variations] see also 4.179 Pepys 4.186 Wing S2187 Pepys Library The Pepys ballads : facsimile volume Editor W.G. Day D.S. Brewer Cambridge [England] 1987 Information in this section of the Source Description refers to the original ballad manuscript. 4: 186 The Seamans doleful Farwel / Or, the Greenwitch Lovers mournful Departure, / See here the pattern of true Love, / which absence cannot srtain; / And nothing shall his mind remove, / till he returns again. The Seamans doleful Farwel Or, The Greenwitch Lovers mournful Departure, See here the pattern of true Love, which absence cannot strain; And nothing shall his mind remove, till he returns again. The Seaman's Doleful Farewell, or, the Greenwitch Lover's Mournful Departure, See Here the Pattern of True Love, Which Absence Cannot Strain; and Nothing Shall His Mind Remove, Till He Returns Again. 1/2 sheet oblong folio, 200 x 330 cropped left edge, torn bottom edge, unven inking vertical rule 1671-1702 Printed for J. Deacon at the sign of the Angel in Gilt-spurr street. J. Deacon Spufford and BBTI

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Man. [F]Arewel my dearest Love now must I leave thee, to the East-Indies my Course I must steer, [a]nd when I think upon't sore it doth grieve me; let nothing possess thee with doubt or with fear, [r] i'le be Loyal unto thee for ever, and like to the Turtle will constant remain, [n]othing but cruel Death our loves shall sever, but we will be marryed when I come again. Maid. [?]d must we by Fortune thus strangely be parted? what dost thou think will become then of me, [w]ho must continue here quite broken-hearted, [?]t me thy true Love now venture with thee: [fe]ar not the dangers that wait on the Ocean, [t]hy troubles will greater be here on the shore; [?]r thy true Love now grant what she doth motion [?] she shall see thee no more.
Man. With dangers on Seas thou art ilttle acquainted, for when the winds blow and the billows do rore, I fear that my true-Love will greatly be daunted, then let me intreat thee to stay on the shore: My heart in thy breast I will sure leave behind me, and thou of my constancy ne'r shalt complain, A pattern of true love thou ever shalt find me, and we will be marryed when I come again. Maid. How many like thee that are constant and loyal do venture to Sea and do never return? Then grant me my sute and make no more denyal, for I in thine absence for ever shall mourn: Oh like to a Sea-boy let me be attired, and talk not of leaving me here on the shore, Thy company by me so much is desired, that sure I should dye should I see thee no more.
Man. Cease my true Love, and no more do perswade me, why shouldst thou run hazards just now in thy prime Thy true Love for ever blind Cupid hath made me, and thou to the Topmast i'm sure canst not climb; Thy Lilly-white hand cannot handle the Tackle, the Pitch and the Tar on thy palms will remain: Tho now thou art fetter'd in Cupids strong shackle, yet we will be married when I come again. Maid. Go them my true Love and Heavens great blessing where e're thou dost sail still upon thee attend, Love is a pleasure beyond all expressing, and Neptune my dearest I pray thee defend: For if in mine absence my Love should miscarry, whom I for his Virtues do so much adore, Then I of my life without doubt should be weary, and pine to my Grave should I see thee no more. Man. Come be of good comfort and grieve not my dearest, for I am as loth from my Love to depart, Heaven can prevent all the dangers thou fearest, then let nor such jealousies throuble thy heart: For should I behold all the Beauties in Venice, yet still to my Dear I would constant remain, And nothing shall cause any difference between us, but we will be married when I come again.
Maid. I long for that hour and covet the minute when Hymen my true Love and me shall unite; I surfeit to think of the pleasure there's in it, 'tis comfort by day, but far sweeter by night, When we like true Lovers shall joyn our poor fates and find such delight as I ne'r knew before, Tis for certain a bliss for to lye in embraces, and then I will part with my true Love no more. Man. Well now the wind serves, in despight I must leave thee but at our farewel let us change a sweet kiss: Again I do swear I will never deceive thee, and hope at the last to enjoy what I wish; Still hoping that Fortune will show me such favour that I may be prosperous on the Salt Main, My true Love in sorrow I fear for to leave her, but hope to injoy her when I come again, Maid. Then down their poor [?] whole vollies of sighs [?] At last he prevailed by little and [little] that he might be gone, and she [might not ?:] But kisses at parting were wo[?] and needs it must be that it [grieves ?] Tears they did drop till their eyes [?] for fear she her true Love should [?]
Printed for J. Deacon at the sign of the Angel in Gilt-spurr street.