%ISOlat1; %ISOlat2; %ISOnum; %ISOpub; ]> THE / Sea-mans doleful Farewel; / Or, The Greenwich Lovers mournful Departure. / See here the Pattern of true Love, / which absence cannot stain; / And nothing shall his mind remove, / till he returns again. University of California - Santa Barbara The Early Modern Center English Broadside Ballad Archive (EBBA) Director Patricia Fumerton Associate Director Carl G Stahmer ?-? Early Modern Center, University of California Santa Barbara Santa Barbara, CA 05/20/2021 37641

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R235470 1 State and Ambition State and Ambition State and Ambition FArewel my dearest Love, now must I leave thee, / to the East-Indies my Course I must steer, but we will be married when I come again. [with variation] | who else greatly fears she shall see thee no more. [with variation] Information in this section of the Source Description refers to the original ballad manuscript. 1: 176 THE / Sea-mans doleful Farewel; / Or, The Greenwich Lovers mournful Departure. / See here the Pattern of true Love, / which absence cannot stain; / And nothing shall his mind remove, / till he returns again. THE Seaman's doleful Farewell; Or, The Greenwich Lovers' mournful Departure. See here the Pattern of true Love, which absence cannot stain; And nothing shall his mind remove, till he returns again. ?-? J. Deacon

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Man. FArewel my dearest Love, now must I leave thee, to the East-Indies my Course I must steer, And when I think upon't sore it doth grieve me, let nothing possess thee with doubt or with fear; For i'le be Loyal unto thee for ever, and, like to the Turtle, will constant remain, Nothing but cruel Death our Love shall sever, but we will be married when I come again. Maid. And must we, by Fortune, thus strangely be parted? what dost thou think will become then of me? Who must continue here quite broken-hearted, let me thy true Love now venture with thee: I fear not the dangers that wait on the Ocean, my troubles will greater be here on the Shore, Unto thy true Love now grant what she doth mention, who else greatly fears she shall see thee no more.
Man. With dangers on Seas thou art little acquainted, for when the winds blow, and the billows do roar, I fear thee (my true Love) will greatly be daunted, then let me intreat thee to stay on the Shore: My heart in thy breast I will sure leave behind me, and thou of my Constancy ne're shall complain, A Pattern of true Love thou ever shalt find me, and we will be married when I come again. Maid. How many, like thee, that are constant and loyal, do venture to Sea, and do never return? Then grant me my sute and make no more denyal, for I in thine absence for ever shall mourn: Oh like to a Sea-Boy let me be attired, and talk not of leaving me here on the Shore, Thy Company by me so much is desired, that sure I should dye should I see thee no more.
Man. Cease, my true Love, and no more do perswade me, why shouldst thou run hazards just now in thy prime? Thy true Love for ever blind Cupid hath made me, and thou to the top-most i'm sure cannot climb; Thy Lilly-white hand cannot handle the tackle, the pitch and the tar on thy palms will remain, Tho now thou art fetter'd in Cupids strong shackle, yet we will be married when I come again. Maid. Go then, my true Love, and Heavens great blessing (wheree're thou dost sail) still upon thee attend, Love is a pleasure beyond all expressing, and Neptune, my dearest I pray thee defend: For if in mine absence my Love should miscarry, whom I for his Virtues do so much adore, Then I of my life without doubt should be weary, and pine to my grave should I see thee more. Man. Come be of good comfort and grieve not my dearest, for I am as loth from my Love to depart, Heaven can prevent all the dangers thou fearest, then let not such jealousies trouble thy heart: For should I behold all the Beauties in Venice. yet still to my Dear I would constant remain, And nothing shall cause any difference between us, but we will be married when I come again.
Maid. I long for that hour and covet the minute when Hymen my true love and me shall unite: I surfeit to think of the pleasure there's in it, comfort by day, but far sweeter by night, When we like true lovers shall joyn our poor face and find such delight as I ne'r knew before, Tis for certain a bliss for to lye in embraces, and then I will part with my true Love no more[.] Man. Well now the wind serves, in despight I must l[eave] t[hee,] but at our farewel let us change a sweet kiss: Again I do swear I will never deceive thee, and hope at the last to enjoy what I wish; Still hoping that Fortune will show me such favou[r] that I may be prosperous on the Salt Main, My true love in sorrow I fear for to leave her, but hope to enjoy her when I come again. Maid. Then down their poor cheeks the salt Tears they [did] tric[kle,] whole vollies of sighs from their breasts there did [fly,] At last he prevailed by little and little that he might be gone, and she could not deny: But kisses at parting were wonderful plenty, and needs it must be that it grieved them sore, Tears they did drop till their eyes they were empty, for fear she her true love should never see more.
Printed for J. Deacon at the Angel in Guilt-spur-street without Newgate.