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R236059 1 Shackley, hey, &c. Shackley Hay; To All You Ladies Now at Land Shackley, Hay, etc. YOung Palmus was a Ferry-man, / whom Sheldra fair did love, fa la, fa la, la la; British Library - Bagford Editor none none none none Information in this section of the Source Description refers to the original ballad manuscript. 2: 71 2: 72 An Excellent Song of Young Palmus and Fair Sheldra. An Excellent Song of Young Palmus and Fair Sheldra. Printer W.O. ?-? W.O.

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YOung Palmus was a Ferry-man, whom Sheldra fair did love, At Shackley where her Sheep did graze, she there his Thoughts did prove: But he undkindly stole away, And left his Love at Shackley,hey; fa la, fa la, la la; So loud at Shackley she did cry, The Words resounded at Sackley, hey, fa la, fa la, la la. But all in vain she did complain, for nothing did him move, 'Till Wind did turn him back again, and brought him to his Love; When she saw him thus turn'd by Fate, She turn'd her Love to mortal Hate; fa la, etc. Then weeping to himself did say, I'll live with thee at Shackley, hey fa la, etc. No, no, quoth she, I thee deny, my Love thou once did scorn, And to my Prayers would not hear, but left me here forlorn: But now being turn'd by Fate of Wind, Thou thinkst to win me to thy mind, fa la, etc. Go, go, farewel, I thee deny, Thou shalt not live at Shackley, hey, fa la, etc. If thou dost my Love disdain, because I live on Seas, Or that I am a Ferry-man, my Sheldra doth displease; I will no more in that Estate Be subject unto Wind and Fate, fa la, etc. But quite forsake both Oars and Sea, To live with thee at Shackley, hey, fa la, etc. My Sheldras Bed shall be my Boat, her Arms shall be my Oars, Where Love instead of Storms shall float, on pleasant Downs and Shoars: Her sweet Breath my pleasant Gale, Through Tides of Love to guide my Sail, fa la, etc. Her Love my Praise, she is my Joy, To live with me at Shackley, hey, fa la, etc. No Titan shall with me compare, so fortunate to prove, For Venus never was her Peer, i'll bear the Queen of Love:
The working Water never fear, For Cupids self our Barge shall steer; fa la, etc. And to the Shore I still will cry, My Sheldras come to Shackley, hey, fa la, etc. To strow the Boat for thy avail, i'll rob the flowery Shores, And whilst thou guid'st the silken Sail, i'll row with golden Oars. And as upon the Seas we float, fa la, etc. And to the Shoar I still will cry, My Sheldra comes to Shackley, hey, fa la, etc. And have a Story painted there, whereon there may be seen How Sapho lov'd a Ferry-man, being a learned Queen; In golden Lette[r]s shall be writ, How well in Love himself he quit, fa la, etc. Then all the Lasses still shall say, With Palmus we'll to Shackley, hey, fa la, etc. And walking easily to the Strand, we'll angle in the Brook, And fish with the white Lilly Wand, thou knowst no other Hook; To which the Fish shall soon be brought, And strive which shall be caught, fa la, etc. A thousand Pleasures we shall try, As we walk on to Shackley, hey, fa la, etc. And if we be opprest with Heat, in the mid time of Day, Under the Willows tall and great, shall be our quiet Bay: Where I will make thee Fans of Bows, From Phoebus Beams to shade thy Brows, fa la, etc. And cause them at the Ferry cry, My Sheldra comes to Shackley, hey, fa la, etc. A Troop of dainty neighbouring Girls shall dance along the Strand, Upon the Gravel all of Pearls, to wait when thou shalt land: And cast themselves upon the Ground. Whilst thou with Garland shall be crown'd, fa la, etc. And Shepherds all with Joy shall say, See Sheldra come to Shackley[,] hey, fa la, etc.
Although I did myself absent, but to try thy Mind. But now thou maist thyself absent, for being so unkind: For now thour't turn'd by Wind and Fate, Instead of Love thou purchest Hate, fa la, etc. Therefore return thee to the Sea, And bid farewel to Shackley, hey, fa la, etc. Then all in vain he did complain, and no Remorse could find, Young Palmus through his own Disdain, made fair Sheldra unkind: And she is from him fled and gone; He laid him in his Boat alone, fa la, etc. And so betook him to the Sea, And bad farewel to Shackly, hey, fa la, etc. Then from the happy sandy Shore, into the floating Waves, His Vessel fraught with brinish Tears, into the Main he laves: But all in vain, for why he still, With weeping Eyes his Boat did fill, fa la, etc. He launcht himself into the Sea, And bad farewel to Shackley, hey, fa la, etc. Now farewel to my Sheldra fair, whom I no more shall see; I mean to lead my life at Sea, by thy Inconstancy, Come Neptune, come, to thee I cry, With thee i'll live, with thee i'll dye, fa la, etc. Then launcht himself into the Sea, And bad farewel to Shackley, hey, fa la, etc. But far from thence he had not gone, e're Sheldra fair return'd: Whose kind Pitty made me moan, such Passion in her burn'd: But when she to that place arriv'd, She found the Shore of him depriv'd, fa la, etc. And her dear Palmus now at Sea, Had bid farewel to Shackl[e]y, hey, fa la, etc. She then with bitter Sighs complain'd, her Grief did so abound, Oft grieving that she him disdain'd, whom she so loving found: But now, alas, 'twas all in vain, For he was gone by her Disdain, fa la, etc. Leaving that place to her alone, Who now laments that he is gone, fa la, etc. O wretched Sheldra, then quoth she, confess what fond Disdain, Hath Wrath caused to fall on thee, by this long suffering Pain: By thee, alas, so soon forgot,
Serve to thy Love's strange hateful Lot, fa la, etc And thus to lye and for him cry, Whom thou so fondly did deny, fa la, etc. Who once did truly love I see, will never af[t]er hate, As doth to well appear by me, in my forsaken state: Alas my Scorn I mean to prove, By only Tryal of thy Love, fa la, etc. Now hapless me, for I do see, He hath forsaken woful me, fa la, etc. Thus all the while in roughest Seas, poor Palmus Boat was tost, But more in's Mind this did disease, because his Sheldras lost: In midst of this he her forswears, He rent his Coat, and tore his Hair, fa la, etc. Threw hope away, for he, alas, Could be no more drown'd then he was; fa la, etc. Even as his Grief had swallow'd him, so did the greedy Waves, About his Boat, and o're the Brim, each Billow swiftly raves: There is no trust in swelling Powers, That what it may it still devours, fa la, etc. And the breach the Seas may see, The Boat felt more the Rage then he, fa la, etc. Thus wrapt and scattered in the state, while he in quiet swam, Through liquid Path to Thetis Gate, by soft degrees went down, Whom when the Nymph beheld, the Girls Soon laid aside their sporting Pearls, fa la, etc. And up they heav'd him as a Guest, Unlookt for now come to the Feast, fa la, etc. His Case they pittyed, but when they beheld his Face right fain, For very love into the Sea, they pull'd him back again: So they were with his Beauty mov'd, For what is fair is soon belov'd; fa la, etc. Then with the Nymphs he lives in Sea, That left his Love at Shackley, hey, fa la, etc. Then Sheldra fair to Shackley went, to end her woful Days, Because young Palmus cast himself into the floating Seas; At Shackley did fair Sheldra dye, Young Palmus in the Seas doth lye, fa la, etc. So as they liv'd, so did they dye, And bid farewel to Shackley, hey, fa la, fa la la la.
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