THE Moan
Sailor's Moan
FOR THE
Lois of his LOVE.

ONE Morning early in the spring,
I went on board to serve the King,
And left my dearest Love behind,
Who often said her heart was Mine.
Her love did seem so true to be,
That she on board would go with me ;
She fail'd as far as Buoy o'th Nore,
And would have gone the World all o'er.

A chain of gold he did present,
She seemed very discontent :
Saying I should break my heart,
To think my dear and I must part.

O then I hugg'd her in my arms,
I thought she had ten thousand charms ;
Our vows we made with kites and sweet
To Marry the next time we meet.

As I was falling on the seas,
I took all opportunities
For to send letters to my Dear,
But from her I could never hear.

When we bomb'd Carthagenia town,
Where cannon balls flew up and down,
And in the greatest danger there,
My chieftain care was for my dear,

When into fair England I came,
Thinking my love to wait upon,
Who did in Wapping live of late,
Thro' whom I am unfortunate.

When to her father's house I came,
I asked for my love by name ;
But my father did churlishly cry,
Sir, all your love she does defy.

I asked the Meaning then of this,
To tell the truth she Married is,
To a rich old Miser for life,
So you may seek another Wife.

O curle on gold and silver too,
And curle ou that old Miser who
Does make your daughter change her
Thro' women's words are like the Wind,

O curle on gold where'er it be,
And curle on all such treachery ;
And curle on those who vows do make,
And break them all for riches sake,

I'll go where drums and trumpets play,
That are not ceasing night nor day ;
I'd rather be where cannons fly,
Than in faire woman's company.