# William and Sufan.

ALL in the Downs the fleet was moor'd;
The fstreamers waving in the wind,
When black-ey'd Sufan came on board,
O where fhall I my true love find?
Tell me, ye jovial failors, tell me true,
If my fweet William fails among your crew.
William who hith upon the yard,
Rock'd with the billows to and fro,
Soon as my well-known voice he heard,
He figh'd and caft his eyes below;
The cords flid fwiftly thro' his glowing hands,
And quick as lightning on the deck heftands.
So the fweet lark, high pisd in air,
Shuts clofe his pinions to his breaf,
If chance his mate's thrill call he hears,
He drops at once into his neft;
The nobleft captain of the British fleet
Might envy William's hips though kifles fweet.
O Sufan, Sufan, lovely dear,
My vows fhall ever true remain,
Let me kifs off that falling tear,
We only part to meet again;
Change as ye lift, ye winds, my mind fhall be
The faithful compafs that till points to thee.

Believe not what the landmen fay,
Who tempt with doubts thy conf tant mind,
They fay the failors when away
In every port a mifrels find;
Yes, yes, believe them when they tell thee so,
For thou art prefent where'er I go.
If to fair India's coaft we fail,
Thy eyes are feen in diamonds bright;
Thy breath is Africa's spicy gale,
Thy skin is ivory fo white;
Thus every beautiful object that I view
Wakes in my foul fome charm of pretty Sue.
Tho' battle fore'd me from thy arms,
Let not my charming Sufan mou'n;
Tho' cannors rost yet from harm
William fhall to his dear return,
Love turns afide the balls that round me fly,
Left tears should drop from Sufan's eye.
The boatwain gave the dreadful word,
The fail her fwe'ing bofom spread,
No longer muft the fly on board,
They kifs'd, the figh'd, he hung his head,
Her hining boat unwilhing rows to land,
Adieu! like cries, and waves her lily hand.

Sweet William's happy Return to
his dear Sufan.

AS through a grove I took my way,
Sweet recreation for to take,
A charming maiden fine and gay,
For her true love faid moan did make,
In a fweet bower, near a pleasant green,
Dreft like a goddeſs or fome beauteous queen.
Unto this maid, with forrow fill'd.
I went, to eafe her of her ſmart,
But when my perfon ſhe beheld,
She faid, kind fir, I pray depart,
What buſineſs have you here to trouble me,
Or to go ſcoffing at my mifery?

Sweet lovely mifrels of the grove,
Why ſhould I make my ſcoff of thee?
I do perceive that thou art in love,
And I could with it was with me;
Sweet charming creature tell to me thy name,
For thy bright eyes my ſenſes do inflame.
Sufan, it is my name, faid ſhe,

Who am oppreſſ with grief and woe,
My deareft love is gone to ſea,
But where he is I do not know,
My jewel's ablence fills my eyes with tears,
I have not feen him for theſe many years.
Kind Mrs. Sufan, I protest

I think I know the fame young man,
He has a mole on his right breaf,
Likewise his name is William Lamb;
And if it be the fame, I tell thee plain,
That all thy tears are ſpent in vain.

He is the man that is my deaſ,
Pretty fweet Sufan did reply,
You make me tremble for to hear
Of my true love's inconſtancy;
But furely ſuch a thing can ne'er be,
For he admires none alive but me.

That's your miftake, fweet charming fair,
Since I will let you underſtand,
William is married, I declare,
Unto a maid in New England,
And he is railed to a high degree,
Forget him, for he has been ſale to thee.
I am a poor diſtreſſed maid,
No other ſhall make me a bride,
Tho' he is ſale a maid I'll live and die,
But yet my heart does in his boſom lie.

All happineſs attend my dear,
Where'er he goes by land or ſea,
My love to him is ſill fineere,
Altho' he has prov'd faſſe to me;
Yet let fweet William wfe me as he will,
I cannot help loving fweet William ſtill.
I could be glad with all my heart,
To fee fweet William once again,
Then I my mind would ſoon impart
To him who breaks my heart in twain :
And ſhe that is his bride, I love her too,
Tho' he be ſale my love to him is true.

## Sweet Sufan's Conſtancy.

SEEING his Sufan's conſtancy,
Tears down his cheeks did drop again,
Into her arms he ſtrait did fly,
Saying, why does my love complain ?
I am thy William join'd to thee by oath,
Nothing but death can part us both.
My dear, behold on my right breaf,
You know there is a certain mole,
Let nor thy heart be ſore oppreſſ,
Here is the broken piece of gold,
Which we did break upon a certain day,
When you departed, and I went away,
Sorrow and hardſhip I went through,
While I was on the raging main,
Now to my dear beloved Sue
I am returned ſale again:
No more I'll croſs the raging ocean wide,
But live in pleafure wi' my loving bride.
Sufan in a fwoon did fall
At William's feet, I do declare,
He caught her up into his arms,
Soon he reviv'd the charming fair,
William and Sufan fweetly pafs'd along
To Plymouth church where mutter'ds chrong,
Twenty ſlout failors brave and bold,
And twenty maids in rich attire,
A glorious fight for to behold,
Mufic plaſed at their defire;
To meet the bride and bridegroom there,
Now are join'd a fweet and happy pair.

Printed and fold by J. EVANS, No. 41,
Long-Lanc, London.