The Seamans' Folly In Marrying One so quickly; and for which he has Cause to Repent at leisure.  
Tune of, Cloris awake.  Written by Joseph Martin. 
 
 
 

THere was a stout Seaman  
as I understand,  
That lately came Sailing  
into fair England,  
And for to be merry  
it was his intent  
And now you shall hear  
he has cause to repent.   

His Mess-Mates and he  
did together agree  
To go to the Tavern  
some pastime to see,  
Where he met with a lass  
that so pleased his mind  
That he vowed unto her  
he'd be loving and kind.   

This maid being willing  
together they went.  
Where some hours in pleasure  
together they spent,  
But at last all the Cream  
of the jest will appear  
When this couple in private  
together was there.   

He kindly embraced her  
and thus to her said  
I greatly do fear  
that thou wilt die a maid;  
Now I am resolved  
what ever betid  
If thou art but willing  
to make thee my Bride.   
 
 

I'll leave all the Seas  
the Rocks & the storms  
And kindly embrace thee  
all night in my arms,  
Then pray thee sweet heart  
be thou not so coy  
For soon thou shalt see  
I will get thee a boy,   The Maids Answer. 

For to marry kind sir  
I am loath to begin,  
For all sorts of Charges  
comes tumbling in,  
Yet I am resolved  
what ever betid  
I'll have a stout Seaman  
to lie by my side.   

A Seaman I love him  
as dear as my life  
And I am resolved to be  
a Seaman's wife:  
Then why should I stay  
now I am in my prime  
For we will be married  
now it is high time.   The Seaman's answer. 

The young man at this  
began to rejoice  
To think he had met with  
 
They straightway was married  
the truth for to say,  
But she made him a Cuckold  
the very next day.   

He presently finding  
his wife's policy,  
He then was resolved  
a trick for to try  
And straight did disguise himself  
as some people say  
He picked her up walking  
in Ratcliff high way.   

To the Tavern they went  
where full merry they were  
But she little mistrusted  
her husband was there,  
Come le's drink a health  
without any delay  
My Cuckold at home  
all the reckoning shall pay.   

Her husband at this  
in a passion straight fell  
And with a good stick  
he lamfatted her well,  
So taking his leave  
he bid England adieu  
Since one has proved false  
he did think had been true.    

London Printed for P. Brooksby at the Golden Ball in West Smithfield