Two original songs (1)/The New Ramilies

THE NEW RAMILIES.

You pretty maids where e'er you be,
⁠that have sweetheaats on the raging sea,
Come shed a tear along with me,
⁠my love was lost in the Ramilie.
My love he was a sailor bold
⁠as e'er a fair maid did behold,
He was always constant kind to me,
⁠he has lost his life in the Ramilie,.
The seas did roll full mountains high,
⁠there was no daylight in the sky.
The wind did blow with a dismal shock,
⁠when the Ramilies dash'd against a rock
Five hundred seamen stout and bold,
⁠were her on beard as we are told,
Twenty-five of them their life, did save,
⁠the rest were buried in a watery grave.
Nigh Plymouth harbour where they lay,
⁠the wind did blow most dismally,
By boisterous seas the ships were drove,
⁠by cruel fortune I lost my love.
You widows and you fatherless,
⁠come mourn with me in my distress,
Their mothers to their fathers cries,
⁠we have lost our sons in the Ramilies.

FINIS.