Ladies' amusements/The gallant sailor

THE GALLANT SAILOR.

Farwell my dear and gallant sailor,
since you and I must parted be;
If you prove constant without failing,
I still will prove the same to thee.

May the winds and waves direct you,
to the willful port design'd;
Though you leave me, do not grieve me,
let your love be as true as mine.

For all my father he proves cruel,
you to sea must go once more;
With true love I will requite you,
none but you I do adore.

Frightful dreams doth oft affright me,
when on my bed I slumb'ring lie;
Dreadful horrors doth surprise me,
when I dream you're cast away.

Then I'm started, and wake surprised,
wishing that you were in my arms,
I would caress you and embrace you,
for to free you from all harms.

Sometimes my dear, in fatal battle,
my thoughts give me that you are slain,
So then there’s nothing that can case me,
but my sailor's return again.