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University of Glasgow Library - Euing
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THE
Two Faithful Lovers.
To the Tune of, Franklin is fled away, etc.

Man.) FArewel my hearts delight,
Ladies adieu,
I must now take my flight,
what ere ensue;
My Country-men I see,
They cannot yet agree;
Since twill no better be,
England farewel.

Maid.) O be not so unkind,
heart, love and joy,
To leave me here behind,
breeds my annoy:
O have a patient heart,
Ill help to bear the smart,
Ere I from thee will part,
my turtle dove.

M) Ill leave thee gold good store,
thee to maintain;
What canst thou wish for more?
do not complain:
Servants shall wait on thee,
Ill give thee jewels three,
That thou maist think on me
when I am gone.

M.) Your gold I count but dross,
when you are fled,
Your absence is my loss,
twill strike me dead;
Servants I will have none,
When you are from me gone,
Id rather lye alone,
from company.

M.) I am resolvd to go,
fortune to prove;
Advise me what to do,
my dearest love:
For here I will not bide,
What eer doth me betide;
Heavens now be my guide,
and lead the way.

M.) Then let me go with you,
heart, love and joy;
I will attend on you,
and be your boy:
If you will go to sea,
Ill serve you night and day,
For here I will not stay,
if you go hence.

M.) The seas are dangerous,
strangers unkind,
The rocks are perillous,
so is the wind:
My care is all for thee,
As thou maist plainly see,
Dear heart go not with me,
but stay behind.

M.) Tho seas do threaten death,
my hearts delight,
With thee Ill spend my breath,
nought shall affright:
With thee Ill live and dye,
In thy sweet company,
Though dangers shall be nigh,
both day and night.

In mans apparel now
to sea she went,
Because with him shed be,
her hearts content;
She cut her lovely hair,
And no mistrust there were,
That she a maiden fair
was at that time.

To Venice they were bound
with full consent,
With sorrows compast round
away they went:
On an unhappy day
The ship was cast away,
Which wrought their lives decay,
friends discontent.

The ship being cast away,
forfune so frownd,
He swam to land that day,
but she was drownd:
Oh! his true love was drownd,
And never after found,
And he encompast round
with grief and care.

O cruel seas (quoth he)
and rocks unkind,
To part my dear and me,
in love combind:
O cast her on this shore,
I may her death implore,
And mourn for evermore
until I dye.

You loyal lovers all
that hear this ditty,
Sigh and lament my fall,
lets move you to pitty:
She lies now in the deep,
In everlasting sleep,
And left me here to weep
in great distress.

Dear love, I come, quoth he,
heavens me guide,
I long to be with thee
my only bride:
In Venice he did dye,
And there his corpse doth lye,
And left his friends to cry,
O Hone, O Hone.


London: Printed for A.M. W.O. and T. Thacker[a]y, at the Angel in Duck Lane.

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