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R39522 1 I love you dearly, I love you well He That Loves Best Must Suffer Most I love you dearly, I love you well When I went early in the spring, / On board a ship to serve the King, Houghton Library Huth EBB65H Editor none none none none Information in this section of the Source Description refers to the original ballad manuscript. 2: 231 The SEAMAN's COMPLAINT / FOR HIS / Unkind Mistress of Wapping: / Together with / The Young Woman's Answer in her own Vindication. The SEAMAN’s COMPLAINT FOR HIS Unkind Mistress of Wapping: Together with The Young Woman’s Answer in her own Vindication. The SEAMAN's COMPLAINT FOR HIS Unkind Mistress of Wapping: Together with The Young Woman's Answer in her own Vindication. ?-? Charles Baker

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WHen I went early in the spring, On board a ship to serve the King, I left my dearest Love behind, Who said her heart for ere was mine. Her Love appeard most true to be, And she on board would go with me; She went as far as the Boy ith Nore, And then returnd back to the shore. Oft-times I hugd her in my arms, I thought she had a thousand charms; Our vows we bound with kisses sweet, To marry next time we did meet. A golden chain I did present, She seemed very well content;
She sighd, and said, It breaks my heart, To think my Love and I must part. While I was sailing on the sea, I took all opportunity, To send letters unto my Dear, But yet from her I ner could hear. When we were booming of a town, Where cannon-balls flew up and down, Ith worst of all those dangers there, My thoughts was still upon my Dear. But since we are returned home, My Love I went to wait upon, Who did in Wapping dwell of late, And now has made me unfortunate.
For when I to her Father came, And askd for my Love by her name, Her Father churlishly did cry, Sir, all your love she does defie. Said I, what mean you, Sir, by this? To tell you true, she wedded is To a rich old Man for all her life, And you may look for another Wife. Curst on all false love where-er it be, A curse on all such perjury; A curse on those who-e[]r do make, Or break a vow for riches sake. A curse on gold and silver too, A curse upon that Miser, who Has made his Daughter change her mind, Oh! Womens tongues are like the wind. Adieu all comfort of my life, Adieu the pleasures of a Wife, Adieu all false-hearts here on shore, For I will ner see England more. Ill go where boombs and cannons play, Where they ner cease both night nor day, Ill range the seas until I die, Where waves are tossing mountains high. Since I have lost my hearts delight, I bid unto the World goodnight, Id rather be where bullets fly, Than in a Womans company. The young Womans Answer. IN ery street I hear em sing My Loves complaint, who servd the I went with him to the Boy ith Nore, And could have gone all the World ore: He says my love appeared true, I do declare it was so too; And let his love be ner so great, Mine was as much, tho unfortunate. A golden chain I had of him, Which I will freely return again; As for my sighing when we did part, Twas from the bottom of my heart. Then both of us did straight agree, At his return married to be;
As for his letters he sent to Town, I do declare I ner had one. But now I find it (tho too late) My Love complains of his hard fate, But tis my Fathers fault indeed, He often said that you were dead. Those letters that you sent to me, My Father would not let me see; But always said, Child be at rest, For thy Sweet-heart was slain at Brest. Then he perswaded me to wed To a rich old Man thats almost dead; Its true Im married, and am a Wife, I wish Id livd single all my life. I always lovd a Seaman brave, And once I was in hopes to have Him which I now ner expect to see; You Maidens all then pity me. While we are young and once in love, It looks like blessings from above; Yet our Friends oftentimes will make Us break those vows for riches sake. And as for gold and silver too, I freely curse it as well as you; For if that had not causd this strife, Then you and I had been Man and Wife. Altho we both are crost in love, Your resolution Id have ye move; Since now you see the faults not mine, Think not so hard on woman-kind. Where one Woman is false in love, A hundred Men they false do prove; Tho I lay not this charge to you, Nor I hope you dont think me untrue. Return, return, I beg my Dear, For here are thousand Women here, That are more beautiful than I, Therefore ner go where bullets fly. Twould be the comfort of my life, To see you have a happy Wife, Tho I am crost, twill ease my pain, To see you once returnd again.
London: Printed for Charles Baker.