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Houghton Library - Hazlitt EC65
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Two Faithful Lovers.
To the Tune of, Franklin is fled away, etc.

Man] FArewell my heart's delight
Ladies adieu,
I must now take my flight,
whate're ensue;
My Country Men i see,
They cannot yet agree;
Since it will 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,
E're i from the will part,
my turtle dove.

M] Ill leave the gold good store,
thee to maintain;
What can'st thou wish for more?
do not complain:
Servants shall wait on thee,
Ill give the jewels three,
That thou may'st think on me
when i am gone.

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

M.] I am resolv'd to go,
fortune to prove;
Advise me what to do,
my dearest love:
For here i will not bide,
Whate're 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 may'st plainly see,
Dear heart, go not with me,
but stay behind.

M.] Tho' seas do threaten death,
my hearts delight,
With the i'll spend my breath,
naught shall affright,
With the i'll live and dye,
In thy sweet company,
Though dangers shall be nigh,
both day and night.

In man's apparel now to sea she went,
Because with him she'd be,
her heart's content;
She cut her lovely hair,
And no mistrust there weree,
That she a maiden fair
was at that time.

To Venice they were bound
with ful 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
fortune so frown'd,
He swam to land that day,
but she was drown'd:
Oh! his true love was drown'd,
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 combin'd:
O cast her on this shore;
I may her death implore,
And mourn forevermore
until i dye.

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

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

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