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R214642 4 UNKNOWN UNKNOWN Dulcina Dulcina Dulcina the same tune Dulcina The Same Tune VVhat doth aile my Love, so sadly / in such heavie dumps to stand? FRom thy sight though I was banish't, / yet I alwayes was to thee, First kisse, and bid we welcome home. [with variation] Sweet, kisse and bid me welcome home. [with variation] Roxburghe Ballads Editor None None None None Information in this section of the Source Description refers to the original ballad manuscript. 1: 368 1: 369 A pleasant new Song betwixt the Saylor and his Love. A pleasant new Song betwixt the Saylor and his Love. A pleasant new Song between the Sailor and his Love. 1624-1624 F.C.

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WHat doth aile my Love, so sadly in such heavie dumps to stand?Doth she grieve or take unkindly, that I am so neere at hand? Or doth she vow, she will not know, Nor speake to me when I doe come, If that be so, Away Ile goe:First kisse, and bid me welcome home. Had I ever thee forsaken, putting thee out of my mind, Thou then mightst have justly spoken, that I was to thee unkind; Or should I take Some other mate, Then mightst thou have just cause to mourn: But let me dye, Before that I Doe so, then bid me welcome home. Sooner shall the grasse leave growing, from the Hare the Hound shall run; Husbandmen shalt leave their sowing, flouds shall run the land upon, The fish shall fly, The Sea run dry. The Birds no more shall sing, but mourne, Ere I of thee Unmindfull be:Then kisse, and bid me welcome home.
Smile on me, be not offended, pardon grant for my amisse:Let thy favour so befriend me, as to seale it with a kisse. To me I sweare, Thou art so deare, That for thy sake Ile fancie none; Then doe not frowne, But sit thee downe, Sweet, kisse and bid me welcome home. If thou hast proved chaste Diana, since from thee I did depart, I as constant have beene to thee, for on thee fixt was my heart, No not for shee Jupiter see, Danae in her Tower alone, Should me intice, No, Ile be nice, Then kisse, and bid me welcome home. No nor Venus, Cupids mother, nor the fairest wife of Jove, Should Lucrecia or some other seeke by gifts to win my love, Should Hellen faire, To me repaire, And unto me for love make mone, Yet none of these My mind shall please, Then kisse, and bid me welcome home.
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FRom thy sight though I was banisht, yet I alwayes was to thee, Farre more kinde then was Ulisses, to his chaste Penelope: For why away He once did stay Ten yeeres and left her all alone, But I from thee, Have not bin three, Sweet, kisse and bid me welcome home. Come sweet heart, come sit downe by me and let thy lap my pillow be, While sweet sleepe my mind beguileth, all my dreames shall be on thee. I pray thee stay, steale not away Let lullaby be all my song; With kisses sweet, Lull me asleepe, And say, sweet-heart thourt welcome home The womans answer. I have bin sad to see how from me, thou so long from me didst stay, Yet now I more rejoyce to see thee, happily arrivd this day. Thou from our shore shalt goe no more, To wander thus abroad alone, But thou shalt stay, With me alway, For heers my hand thourt welcome home.
I have provd Diana to thee, since from me thou wentst away, I have had suters well nigh twenty, and much adoe had for to stay: But I denyed, When they replyed, And sent them all away in scorne, For I had sworne, To live forlorne, Untill that I see thee come home. Seeing thou art home arrived thou shalt not goe away in haste, But lovingly come sit downe by me, let thine armes imbrace my waste. Farewell annoy, Welcome my Joy; Now lullaby is all my song, For now my heart, Sings loath to part, Then kisse, sweet-heart, thourt welcome home, Since sweet-heart, thou dost befriend me thus to take me to thy love. Never more will I offend thee, but will ever constant prove, Thou hast my heart Not to depart, But ever constant to remaine, And thou hast mine, And I am thine, Then let us kisse and welcome home.
FINIS. London printed for P. C. dwelling in the Old-Baily.