A dainty new Ditty of a Sailor and his Love,  
How one the others constancy did prove;  
Wherein is shown the Sea m●ns constant mind,  
Though at first he seemed to her unkind.   
To a pleasant Seafaring Tune.  
 
 Maid. 
MY only love, thou'rt welcome to the shore,  
Thy absence long shall grieve my heart no more,  
Since thou art come thou must with me remain,  
And not as yet go to the Seas again.  Man. 
Content thyself my dear, make no more strife,  
I am resolved to lead a single life:  
I have a Voyage for to take in hand,  
Which fits my humour better than the Land.  Maid. 
Cast Anchor here, this Harbour shall be thine,  
In Hymen's Bands we will together join;  
So shall I shelter thee from all annoy,  
The Tides of Love shall be thy safe Convoy.  Man. 
Great Neptune gave my mind such sweet content,  
That I think time at Sea far better spent;  
The Land to me brings grief and sad annoys,  
The Ocean yields a multitude of joys.  Maid. 
Instead of storms, and blustering blasts at Seas,  
Thou shalt with safety rest, and take thine ease,  
Nor shalt thou watch by night in dangers deep,  
Sweet Madrigals shall rock my Love asleep.  Man. 
The lusty Ship in which I mean to go,  
Dares to encounter with the proudest Foe,  
And when the bouncing Cannons bark apace,  
Then must I look my Enemies in the face.  Maid. 
My bed shall be the ship wherein thou shalt sail,  
My breath shall also be the pleasant Gale;  
My strong affections and enfolded arms,  
Shall be the Fort to keep thee from all harms.  Man. 
My trusty Cutless and Musket still shall be,  
The only refuge of defence for me:  
My diet shall be Beef and Biscuit bread,  
My Cabin shall suffice to hold my head.  
 
 
 Maid. 
THou shalt not need to fear th' pagans power,  
Which daily seek good Christians to devour  
Quicksands nor any other dangers shall,  
Procure my death, to work my love's downfall.  Man. 
Bellona's blustering shot gives me delight,  
When as the Enemies appear in sight?  
The rattling Drum, and the melodious Fife,  
Bring comfort to a valiant Seaman's life.  Maid. 
Instead of Drums and rattling Muskets sound,  
Which sturbs the air, & makes the sea rebound,  
Harps, Lutes, & citterns shall most sweetly play  
And Flowers green shall crown thy head with bay.  Man. 
What though the fight be tedious to endure,  
When all is ended, then shall we be sure,  
To be refreshed, for we to prayers fall,  
And hearty we give God thanks for all.  Maid. 
Thy mean attire, & clothing stained with pitch,  
Shall be exchanged for Gold and Silver rich;  
The choicest that for money can be bought,  
Shall (for thy sake) both far & near be sought.  Man. 
My  with pitch although they stained be,  
They are the Garments that contenteth me,  
The gayest Robes cannot the same excel,  
Nor shall they please my fancy half so well.  Maid. 
All pleasure correspondent to thy mind,  
Shall be performed, if I the same can find,  
and when thou hast the thing that likes thee best  
Then shall I think myself most safe at rest.  Man. 
My love is fixed upon the sounding Main,  
The Labyrinth of the Earth shall not obtain,  
My company; for why I mean to have,  
The Sea my wife, & therein make my grave.  Maid. 
O let the knot which no man can untie,  
Be quickly knit betwixt my Love and I,  
Whereby all men may understand and prove,  
The firm affection of a Maiden's love.  Man. 
Let this suffice for all, and say no more,  
I'll never wed whilst I remain on shore,  
In vain it is for you thus to complain,  
I single am; and so I will remain.  Maid. 
Why then dear love ten thousand times farewel,  
My life is spent, go toll my passing-Bell,  
Let all forsaken Maids lament my death,  
Love is the cause for which I lose my breath.  Man. 
Nay stay sweetheart, 'twas only for to try,  
Thy love to me, and faithful constancy;  
And now I find thou dost both say and hold●  
I will not leave thee for rich Croesus' gold.  Maid. 
My love (quoth she) then use no more delay,  
I long desire to see that happy day:  
That our hearts may be no longer twain,  
But linked in Love, and so for aye remain.  
FINIS.   

London, Printed for John Wright, next to the Globe in Little-Brittain.