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R228973 1 Shakley-hey UNKNOWN Shakley-Hey YOung Palmus was a Ferry=man, / whom Sheldra fair did Love, fa la, fa la la la. Roxburghe Ballads Editor None None None None Information in this section of the Source Description refers to the original ballad manuscript. 3: 906 3: 907 A most Excellent song of the love of young Palmus, and fair Sheldra. A most Excellent song of the love of young Palmus, and fair Sheldra. A most Excellent song of the love of young Palmus, and fair Sheldra. 1674-1674 F. Coles, T. Vere, I. Wright, and I. Clark

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YOung Palmus was a Ferry-man, whom Sheldra fair did Love, At Shackley where her sheep did graze, she there his thoughts did prove, But he unkindly stole away, And left his Love at Shackley-hey, fa la, fa la la la. So loud at Shackley did she cry, The words resound at Shackley-hey fa la, fa la la la. But all in vain she did complain, for nothing did him move; Till wind did turn him back again, and brought him to his Love, When she saw him thus turnd by fate, She turnd her love to Mortal hate, fa la, etc. Then weeping to himself did say, Ile Live with thee at Shackley-hey, fa la, etc. No no quoth she, I thee deny, my Love thou once did scorn, And to my prayers wouldst not hear, but left me here forlorn. But now being turnd by fate of wind, Thou thinkst to win me to thy Mind, fa la, etc. Go, go, farewel I thee deny, Thou shalt not Live at Shackley-hey, fa la, etc. If thou dost my love disdain because I Live on Seas: Or that I am a Ferry-man, my Sheldra doth displease, I will no more in that estate Be subject unto wind and fate, fa la, etc. But quite forsake both Oars and sea And Live with thee at Shackley-hey, fa la, etc. My Sheldras bed shall be my boat, her arms shall be my Oars, Where Love instead of storms shall float, on pleasant Downs and shores, Her sweet breath my pleasant gale, Through tides of love to guide my sail, fa la, etc. Her Love my praise, she is my joy, To Live with me at Shackley-hey, fa la, etc.
Nor Titan shall with me compare, so fortunate to prove, Fair Venus never was his Peer, i is bear the Queen of Love, The working water never-fear, For Cupids self our Barge shall steer, fa la, etc. And to the shore I still will cry, My Sheldras come to Shackley-hey, fa la, etc. To strow the boat for thy avail, ile rob the flowry shoars, And whilst thou guidst the silken sail, ile row with golden Oars, And as upon the seas we float; A thousand swans shall guide the boat; fa la, etc. And to the shoar I still will cry, My Sheldra comes to shackley-hey, fa la, etc. And have a story painted there, whereon there may be seen, How sopho loved a Ferry-man, being a learned Queen, In golden Letters shall be writ, How well in Love himself he quit, fa la, etc. Then all the Lasses still shall say With Palmus wel to Shackley-hey, fa la, etc. And walking easily to the Strand, wel angle in the brook, And fish with the white Lilly wand, thou knowst no other hook: To which the fish shall soon be brought, And strive which shall the first be caught, fa la, etc. A thousand pleasures we will try, As we walk on to Shackley-hey, fa la, etc. And if we be opprest with heat, in the mid time of the day, Under the willows tall and great, shall be our quiet bay: Where I will make thee fans of bows, From Phoebus beams to shade thy brows, fa la, etc. And cause them at the Ferry cry, My Sheldra comes to shackley-hey, fa la, etc. A troop of dainty neighbouring girls, shall dance along the strand, Upon the gravel all of Pearls, to wait when thou shalt Land, And cast themselves upon the ground, Whilst thou with Garland shalt be crownd, fa la, etc. And Shepheards all with joy shal[l] say, See sheldra comes to shackley-hey fa la, etc.
ALthough I did my self absent, twas but to try thy mind, But now thou maist thyself absent, for being so unkind, For now thourt turnd by wind and fate, Instead of love thou purchast hate, fa la, etc. Therefore return thee to the sea, And bid farewel to Shackley-hey, fa la, etc. Then all in vain she did complain, and no remorce could find, Young Palmus through his own disdain made fair Sheldra unkind: And she is from him fled and gone He laid him in his boat alone, fa la, etc. And so betook him to the Sea, And bad farewel to Shackley-hey, fa la, etc. Then from the happy sandy shore, into the floating waves, His Vessel fraught with brinish tears, into the Main he laves, But all in vain for why he still With weeping eyes his boat did fill, fa la, etc. And launcht himself into the sea, And bad farewel to Shackley-hey, fa la, etc. Now farewel to my Sheldra fair whom I no more shall see; I mean to lead my Life at sea by thy inconstancy, Come Neptune come to thee I cry, With thee ile Live, with thee ile dye, fa la, etc. Then launcht himself into the Sea, And bad farewel to Shackley-hey, fa la, etc. But far from thence he had not gone ere Sheldra fair returned, Whose kind pitty made me moan, such passion in her burned, But when she to that place arrivd, She found the shore of him deprivd fa la, etc. And her dear Palmus now at sea, Had bid farewel to Shackley-hey, fa la, etc. She then with bitter sighs complaind, her grief did so abound, Oft grieved that she him disdaind whom she so Loving found: But now alas twas all in vain, For he was gone by her disdain, fa la, etc. Leaving that place to her alone, Who now laments that he is gone, fa la, etc. O wretched Sheldra then quoth she, [c]onfess what fond disdain Hath wrath caused to fall on thee, by this long suffering pain; By thee alas so soon forgot,
Serve to thy loves strange hateful lot, fa la, etc. And thus to lye and for him cry, Whom thou so fondly didst deny fa la etc. Who once did truly Love I see will ever after hate; As doth too well appear by me in my forsaken state: Alas my scorn I mean to prove By only tryal of thy Love, fa la. etc. Now hapless me, for I do see He hath forsaken woful me; fa la, etc. Thus all the while in roughest seas poor palmus boat was tost; But more ins mind this did disease because his Sheldras lost: In midst of this he her forswears, He rent his coat and tere his hair, fa la, etc. Threw hope away, for he alas Could be no more drownd then he was, fa la, etc. Even as his grief had swallowed him so did the greedy waves, About his boat and ore the brim, each billow swiftly raves: There is no trust to swelling-powers That what it may it still devours; fa la, etc. And the breach the seas may see The boat felt more the rage then he, fa la, etc. Thus wrackt and scattered in the state, while he in quiet swam; Through liquid paths to Thetis gate by soft degree went down; Whom when the Nimphs beheld the girls Soon laid aside their sporting pearls, fa la, etc. And up they heavd him as a guest, Unlookt for now come to the feast, fa la, etc. His case they pittied, but when they beheld his face right fain; For very Love into the sea they puld him back again: So were they with his beauty movd For what is fair is soon belovd: fa la, etc. Then with the Nimphs he Lives in Sea That left his Love at Shackley-hey! fa la, etc. Then Sheldra fair to Shackley went, to end her woful days, Because young palmus cast himself into the floating seas; At Shackley did fair Sheldra dye; Young palmus in the seas doth lye, fa la, etc. So as they livd so did they dye, And bad farewel to Shackley-hey, fa la fa la la la.
Printed for F. Coles, T. Vere, J. Wright, and J. Clark.