THE Two Faithful Lovers.  
To th● Tune of, Franklin is fled away, etc.  
 
 Man.] 

FArewel my heart's delight,  
Ladies adieu,  
I must now take my flight,  
what e'er ensue;  
My Countrymen I see,  
They cannot yet agree;  
Since 'twill no better be,  
England farewell.   Maid.] 

O be not so unkind,  
heart, love and joy,  
To leave me here behind,  
breeds my annoy:  
O have a patient heart,  
I'll help to bear the smart,  
E'er I from thee will part,  
my turtle dove.   M.] 

I'll leave thee gold good store,  
thee to maintain;  
What canst thou wish for more?  
do not complain:  
Servants shall wait on thee,  
I'll give thee jewels three,  
That thou mayst think on me  
when I am gone.   M.] 

Your gold I count but dross,  
when you are fled,  
Your absence is my loss,  
'twill strike me dead;  
Servants I will have none,  
When you are from me gone,  
I'd rather lie alone,  
from company.   M.] 

I am resolved to go,  
fortnue to prove;  
Advise me what to do,  
my dearest love:  
For here I will not 'bide,  
What e'er doth me betid;  
Heavens now be my guide,  
and lead the way.   M.] 

Then let me go with you,  
heart, love and joy;  
I will attend on you,  
and be your boy:  
If you will go to sea,  
I'll serve you night and day,  
For here I will not stay,  
if you go hence.   
 M.] 

The seas are dangerous,  
strangers unkind,  
The rocks are perilous,  
so is the wind:  
My care is all for thee,  
As thou mayst plainly see,  
Dear heart go not with me,  
but stay behind.   M.] 

Tho' seas do threaten death,  
my heart's delight,  
With thee I'll spend my breath,  
nought shall affright:  
With thee I'll live and die,  
In thy sweet company,  
Though dangers shall be nigh,  
both day and night.   

In man's apparel now  
to sea she went,  
Because with him she'd be,  
her heart's content;  
She cut her lovely hair,  
And no mistrust there were,  
That she a maiden fair  
was at that time.   

To Venice they were bound  
with full consent,  
With sorrows compassed round  
away they went:  
On an unhappy day  
The ship was cast away,  
Which wrought their lives decay,  
friends discontent.   

The ship being cast away,  
fortune so frowned,  
He swum to land that day,  
but she was drowned:  
Oh! his true love was drowned,  
And never after found,  
And he encompassed round  
with grief and care.   

O cruel seas (quoth he)  
and rocks unkind,  
To part my dear and me,  
in love combined:  
O cast her on this shore,  
I may her death implore,  
And mourn for evermore  
until I die.   

You loyal lovers all  
that hear this ditty,  
Sigh and lament my fall,  
let's move you to pity:  
She lies now in the deep,  
In everlasting sleep,  
And left me here to weep  
in great distress.   

Dear love, I come, quath he,  
heaven's me guide,  
I long to be with thee  
my only bride:   

In Venice he did die,  
And there his corpse doth lie,  
And left his friends to cry,  

O Hone. O Hone.     

London: Printed for A. M. W. O. and T. Th●ckery, at the Angel in Duck l●●e.