The True Lovers Joy  
OR, A Dialogue between a Seaman and his Love.  
The Maid implores the aid of Charon's Boat,  
That to the gloomy shades her Soul might float,  
With sighs and groans, much weary and oppressed,  
At last he heard her moan, and gave her rest,  
From all past dangers, and from future harms,  
She safe arrived and anchored in his arms.  
To a new Tune much in Request.  
 Maid. 
HArk Charon come away,  
bring forth thy Boat and Oars,  
And carry me poor harmless Maid.  
unto the Elysium Shores.  Charon. 

Who Charon calls in haste,  
whilst I sit here in pain  
I carry none but pure and chaste  
such as true Love hath slain.   

I am come dear soul I come,  
thy Face doth so incharm me,  
Come in my Boat and take thy room,  
no wind nor wave shall harm thee,   Maid. 

Now I am come in thy Boat,  
I am a Maid undone,  
Sighing my heart is almost broke  
for my Love he is from me gone.   

Thus as I pass the shades,  
i'll tell you a mouruful tale,  
So full of Sighs as we do pass  
shall serve us for a gale.   

And so beguiled the time,  
i'll sing you a true Love's Song,  
Mine eyes shall flow a Sea of tears  
to carry the Boat along.   

 
OH what's become of those hard hearts  
of a Virgin takes no pity,  
They're sailing to Virginia parts,  
where Neptune hat built a City.   

O Cupid hath wounded me,  
and hath pierced my tender heart,  
To call for one whom I loved so dear,  
who cares but little for't.   

Thus in the shades below,  
we'll waste the tedious hours,  
No gust of winds, but sights shall blow,  
the Boat with Charon's Oars.   His Answer. 

Stay gentle Charon stay  
and let thy Boat alone,  
Row not the harmless Maid away,  
that's sits and makes her moan.   

For she that calls so fast,  
and sights so at thy stay,  
A Virgin is as pure and chaste,  
as e'ce true Love did stay.   

She's no dear soul for thee,  
let not her face incharm thee,  
Though room within thy Boat there be  
her beauty there may harm thee.   

O fair one, if you go;  
i'm more undone than you,  
My heart doth equal sorrow know,  
and still my Love is true.   

The shades you must not pass,  
nor mournful stories tell  
Instead of sighing gales, alas!  
a kiss will do as well.   

You'd better stay a shore,  
and sing us a true Love's Song,  
 
It is enough, we need no more  
to carry his Boat along.   

No heart so hard I know,  
but would gladly ease your pain,  
Else heart let him to Virginia go,  
and never return again.   

If Cupid hath wounded you,  
he had wounded me before,  
If you love as you say you do,  
I love you as much or more.   

In Beds of softest Down,  
we'll spend the short lived nights,  
No gust of Wind or sight shall drown  
the current of our delights.   Maid. 

Come gentle Charon come,  
and me to shore remove,  
The wind despairing sight did blow,  
shall waft me unto Love.   

How slow the Boatman stears,  
if he no faster ply,  
My Love to rid me of my fears,  
shall lend me his wings to fly,   

To thee dear Love I float,  
finding thee just and true  
And bid to Charon and his Boat,  
eternally adieu.   

Make haste, make hast my Dear,  
for if thou longer stay,  
Through the floods without all fears,  
my Arms shall make their way.   

Welcome my Love to shore  
I'll keep thee from all harms,  
And thou shalt ride for evermore  
at Anchor in my arms.    

Printed for P. Brooksby at the Goden Ball in Pie-corner.