The contented cockold, Or a pleasant new Song of a Newcastle man whose wife being gone from him, showing how he came to London to her, & when he found her carried her back again to Newcastle Town. To a very pleasant new Tune. Come hither thou seaman brave sir what do you require, I prithee tell me if thou can the thing that I de●ire, Seest thou not my true Love, seest not my Lover go down, And seest thou not my true lover then come through Newcastle Town. And metest thou not my true Love by the way as you came How should I know your true Love, that have met many a one, She is neither whit nor black but as the heaven's fair Her looks are very beautiful, none may with her compare, She hath ●al●ied her word and left me here a lone And seest thou not my true lover then, go through Newcastle Town: She hath left me here alone, alone here as you see, And seest thou not my true lover then, since she hath forsaken me, Sure I saw your true love, or else I saw such a on In a gown and petticoat gay, go through Newcastle Town. She went toward the sea O thither ward did she bend And with a very brave Coal ship to London she is wend For when she went aboard▪ she much was and merry, Sure I did wish then verily she had been in my wh●rye, 'tis now just two days since that the ship went away, That now a very great way o●, th●●r ●●e●●ing on the sea, O that was my true love, O that was my lover true Though she hath now forsaken me, and change me for a new I never gave her cause, why she should me forsake But now alas she is gone to sea, and an other corpse doth take. But sure the winds and fa●es did both together agree Thus to carry a way my love that hath forsaken me But though the winds, did with the fates agree Yet will I never forsake my love, though she hath forsaken me. why hath she left you alone, an other for to take That sometimes did love you so dear and her joy did you mak●, I loved her all my youth But now am old you see, Love liketh not the falling fruit nor yet the Withered tree. She is like a careless child forgets her promise passed She's blind, she's death, when as she list and in faith never fast, Her desires is fickle sound and a trustless joy, I won her with a world of ●ares and lost her with a toy. But since I have her love I vow her for to follow, Be it by land or else by sea or yet through dep or shallow. And if I so her find I'll count her for min own, O then ●ll bring her back again unto Newcastle Town, The Second part. To the same Tune▪ THe sailor rig thy ship, and thy tacles do provide I tell you true that I do mean, for to go the next tide, Spread forth your sails abroad, and drive into the main, I pray you for to make great haste, weigh anchor thou jolly boat swayn's. For I think every hour, for to be seven year, Until that I do find my love, I shall be in great fear, For I 〈◊〉 her for to seek, I know not which way nor whether, But I would the winds and fates, would grapple our ships together. For many a boisterous blast, here do I abide for thee To●sing and tumbling on the se●, though thou hast forsaken me: Yea greater pains I will, five hundred times endure, So I may win thy love again, and thereof be made sur●. But when that thou dost hear, the pains that I do take, For to find thee out again, thou wilt never me forsake, And now to see the seas, how smooth they are and plain, Sure they do calculate that I, shall find my love against. And now at Grausend town, we are arrived at last Let us with hearty prayers to God, give thanks for dangers past, Now farewell seamen all, adieu, nay twice adieu, And if I chance to find my love, I'll carry her back with you. For I will go down this tide, although that it be late, Where all the way he slept until, be came to Billing gate, But ere that he came their, 'twas early in the morning, Then he went up and down the street, as on that was forlorn. First went he into Cheapside, thinking his lover to find, And after that to London-ston, to satisfy his mind, So straight through ●ower street, he pased all along, Where it was his chance to met, his love with a ●ea●ringman. But when the man espied her husband was so nigh, Then he made no more adow, but run away presently, Which when her husband spied, unto his wife he came, And kissed her their most lovingly, who blushed for very shame. Il that you will me forgive, and count me for your own, I would go back again with you, unto Newcastle Town, At which words he was full glad, that she so soon was won, Then prithee sweat go back again, unto Newcastle Town. Thus were they both a greed, to go together home, where we will leave them for a while, going to Newcastle Town. Thus was the poor man glad, that he had got his wife home, But he for a cockold ever went, in fair Newcastle Town. FINIS. Printed at London by W. I.