The Faithful Mariner:  
OR, A Copy of VERSES Writ by a Seaman on Board the Britania in the straits, and directed to fair Isabel, his loyal Love, in the City of London.  
Tune of, The Falsehearted Young Man: or, The Languishing Swain.  

FAir Isabel of beauty bright,  
To thee in love these lines I writ,  
Hoping thou art alive and well,  
As I am now, as I am now,  
Fair Isabel.   

On board the brave Britannia bold,  
I have the fortune to behold,  
The sweet delightful banks of Spain,  
While in the straits, while in the straits  
We do remain.   

The Spanish lords of high renown,  
And gentery come swarming down,  
To see the British royal Fleet,  
With swelling sails, with swelling sails,  
And streamers sweet.   

While we appeared in all our pride,  
The seas was ne'er so beautified,  
With able men of war before,  
Along the straits, along the straits  
And Spanish-shore.   

We have no storms nor weather foul,  
To make the roaring billows roll,  
But pleasant breathing gentle gales,  
Enough to fill, enough to fill  
Our swelling sails.   

Along the coast of Barbary,  
The Algerine they flocked to see  
Our warlike Fleet of royal fame,  
And stood amazed, and stood amazed  
To see the same.   

The longer they the Fleet beheld,  
The more they were with wonder filled;  
As knowing we were Britain's bold,  
And that the French, and that the French  
Fa●se tales had told.   

For Turvil made the Turk believe,  
That he no damage could receive;  
For of a truth he did declare,  
That masters of, that masters of  
The seas they were.   

This will for truth no longer go,  
For Turvil fears great Russel so,  
That for Thoulon he steered away;  
He han't forgot, he han't forgot  
The month of May.   

With Russel he is loath to deal,  
For fear a second warlike peal  
Should shake their whole foundation so,  
That it might prove, that it might prove  
Their overthrow.   

Once more my dear and tender dove,  
Fair Isabel, my loyal love,  
Except of these few lines I send,  
Who will remain, who will remain  
Your faithful friend.   

Tho we are separated now,  
I'll not forget that solemn vow,  
Made when I left my native land,  
To go on board, to go on board  
Under command.   

Then dearest do not grieve nor mourn,  
With patience wait my safe return;  
And then we'll both united be,  
In lasting bonds, in lasting bonds,  
Of loyalty.   

The figure of a heart I send,  
And round the same these lines are penned:  
The chain of love has linked it fast,  
So long as l●fe, so long as life  
And breath shall last.    

LONDON: Printed for J. Blare, on London-bridge.