THE
Two Faithful Lovers.
To the Tune of, Franklin is fled away, etc.
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Man.] FArewel my heart's delight,
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Ladies adieu,
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I must now take my flight,
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what e'er ensue;
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My Country-man I see,
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They cannot yet agree;
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Since 'twill no better be,
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England farewel.
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Maid.] O be not so unkind,
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heart, love and joy,
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To leave me here behind,
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breeds my annoy:
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O have a patient heart,
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I'll help to bear the smart,
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E'er I from thee will part,
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my turtle dove.
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M] I'll leave thee gold good store,
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thee to maintain;
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What can'st thou wish for more?
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do not complain:
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Servants shall wait on thee,
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I'll give thee jewels three,
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That thou maist think on me
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when I am gone.
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M.] Your gold I count but dross,
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when you are fled,
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Your absence is my loss,
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strike me dead;
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Servants I will have none,
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When you are from me gone,
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I'd rather lye alone,
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from company.
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M.] I am resolv'd to go,
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fortune to prove;
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Advise me what to do,
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my dearest love:
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For here I will not 'bide,
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What e'er doth me betide;
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Heavens now be my guide,
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and lead the way.
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M.] Then let me go with you,
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heart, love and joy;
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I will attend on you,
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and be your boy:
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If you will go to sea,
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I'll serve you night and day,
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For here I will not stay,
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if you go hence.
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M.] The seas are dangerous,
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strangers unkind,
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The rocks are perillous,
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so is the wind:
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My care is all for thee,
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As thou maist plainly see,
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Dear heart go not with me,
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but stay behind.
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M.] Tho' seas do threaten death,
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my heart's delight,
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With thee I'll spend my breath,
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nought shall affright:
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With thee I'll live and dye,
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In thy sweet company,
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Though dangers shall be nigh,
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both day and night.
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In man's apparel now
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to sea she went,
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Because with him she'd be,
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her heart's content;
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She cut her lovely hair,
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And no mistrust there were,
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That she a maiden fair
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was at that time.
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To Venice they were bound
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with full consent,
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With sorrows compast round
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away they went:
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On an unhappy day
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The ship was cast away,
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Which wrought their lives decay
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friends discontent.
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The ship being cast away,
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fortune so frown'd,
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He swam to land that day,
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but she was drown'd:
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Oh! tis true love was drown'd,
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And never after found,
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And he encompast round
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with grief and care.
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O cruel seas (quoth he)
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and rocks unkind,
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To part my dear and me,
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in love combin'd:
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O cast her on this shore,
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I may her death implore,
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And mourn for evermore
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until I dye.
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You loyal lovers all
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that hear this ditty,
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Sigh and lament my fall,
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let's move you to pitty:
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She lies now in the deep,
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In everlasting sleep,
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And left me here to weep
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in great distress.
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Dear love, I come, quoth he,
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heaven's me guide,
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I long to be with thee
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my only bride:
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In Venice he did dye,
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And there his corpse doth lye,
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And left his friends to cry,
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O Hone, O Hone.
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