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ALL in the Downs the fleet was moord, The streamers waving in the wind, When black-eyed Susan came on board, O where shall I my true-love find? Tell me, ye jovial sailors, tell me true, If my sweet William sails among your crew. William, who high upon the yard, Rockd by the billows too and fro, Soon as her well-known voice he heard, He sighd and cast his eyes below: The cords slide swiftly thro his glowing hands, And quick as lightening on the deck he stands. So the sweet lark, high poisd in air, Shuts close his pinions to his breast, If chance his mates shrill call he hear, And drops at once into her nest: The noblest captain of the British fleet, Might envy Williams lips those kisses sweet. O Susan, Susan, lovely dear, My vows shall ever true remain, Let me kiss off that falling tear, We only part to meet again; Change as ye list, ye winds, my mind shall be The faithful compass that still points to thee.
Believe not what the landsmen say, Who tempt with doubt thy constant mind, Theyll tell thee, sailors, when away, In every port a mistress find; Yes, yes, believe them when they tell thee so, For thou art present wheresoeer I go. If to fair Indias coasts we sail, Thy eyes are seen in diamonds bright; Thy breath in Africs spicy gale, Thy skin is ivory so white--- Thus every beauteous object that I view, Wakes in my soul some charm of pretty Sue. Tho battle forcd me from thy arms, Let not my charming Susan mourn; Tho cannons roar, yet free from harms, William shall to his dear return: Love turns aside the balls that round me fly, Lest precious tears should fall from Susans eye. The boatswain gave the dreadful word, The sails their swelling bosoms spread, No longer must she stay on board--- They kissd, she sighd, he hung his head; Her lessning boat unwilling rows to land, Adieu, she cries, and waves her lily hand.
Williams happy return to Susan. AS through the grove I took my way, Sweet recreation for to take, A charming maiden fair and gay, For her love sad moan did make; In a sweet bower, near a pleasant green, Drest like some goddess, or a beauteous queen. Unto this maid with sorrow filld, I went to ease her of her smart; But when my person she beheld, She said, kind sir, I pray depart; What business have you here to trouble me, Or to go scoffing at my misery? Sweet lovely mistress of the grove, Why should I make a scoff of thee? I do perceive thou art in love, And I could wish it was with me. Sweet charming creature tell to me thy name, For thy bright eyes my senses do inflame. Susan is my name, she said, Who am opprest with grief and woe; My dearest love is gone to sea, But where he is I do not know. My jewels absence fills my eyes with tears, I have not seen him for these many years. Kind, lovely Susan, I protest, I think I know the same young man, Hes got a mole on his right breast, Likewise his name is William Lamb: And if it be the same, I tell you plain, That all your tears are spent in vain. He is the man that is my dear, Pretty Susan did reply, You make me tremble for to hear, Of my true-loves inconstancy: But surely such a thing can never be, For he admires none alive but me. Thats your mistake, sweet charming fair, Since I will let you understand, William is married, I declare, Unto a maid in New England, And he is raisd unto a high degree; Forget him, for he has been false to thee. I am a poor distressed maid, No other shall make me his bride; Tho he is false, a maid Ill live and die, But yet my heart does in his bosom lie.
All happiness attend my dear, Whereer he goes by land and sea, My love to him is still sincere, Altho he has provd false to me; Yet let sweet William love me as he will, I cant help loving sweet William still. I could be glad, with all my heart, To see sweet William once again, Then I my mind would soon impart To him who breaks my heart in twain; And she that is his bride, I love her too, Tho he be false, my love to him is true. Susans Constancy. SEEING his Susans constancy, Tears down his cheeks did drop amain, Into her arms he straight did fly, Saying, why does my love complain? I am thy William, joind to you by oath, Nothing but death can part us both. My dear, behold on my right breast, You know there is a certain mole, Let not your heart be sore opprest, Here is the broken piece of gold, Which we did break upon a certain day, When I departed, and you went away. Sorrow and hardship I went thro While I was on the raging main, Now to my dear beloved Sue, I am returned safe again; No more Ill cross the raging ocean wide, But live in pleasure with my loving bride. Susan in a swoon did fall At Williams feet I do declare; He caught her up into his arms, Soon he revivd the charming fair; William and Susan sweetly passd along To Plymouth church, where many do throng. Twenty stout sailors brave and bold, And twenty maids in rich attire, A glorious sight for to behold, And music playd at their desire; To meet the bride and bridegroom there--- Who now are joind a sweet and happy pair.
Evans, Printer, Long-Lane, London.