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For sailors they do spend their money free,
When that they do come from the roaring sea,
And if they meet a pretty wench whom they adore,
They will send her both gold and silver store.
So I do love them as I do my life,
And hope to be some honest sailor's wife, etc.
O daughter, O daughter, since that I find,
'Tis for a sailor bold your heart is inclin'd,
As for the landmen you cannot them adore,
So I never will persuade you any more;
For I need must confess that the most of them,
Are a very handsome sort of gentlemen.
Come, all you young fellows, be ruled by me,
and spend not your money in waste,
For if that you do, you are surely undone,
so away to your business in haste.
THE FORLORN LOVER.
ONE ev'ning of late in a pleasant valley,
as I lay musing, I chanc'd to spy,
A youth approaching was melancholy,
as he lay weeping most bitterly.
I ask'd sincerely what was the reason,
that he complain'd and weep'd so sore?
He told me plainly it was occasion'd,
by a fair female he did adore.
Said he, She's brought me to desolation,
none but this fair one can me relieve;
Ye would excuse all my lamentation,
did you perceive her for whom I grieve.
No Arabic Phœnix, Diana, or Venus,
no sculptur'd statue contriv'd by art,
No living creature e'er form'd by nature,
is like that fair one that stole my heart.
