The seaman's adieu to his Dear.  
This Man was pressed to serve upon the Seat.  
Which did his Dearest very sore displease,  
She importuned the Captain on her knee,  
And proffered gold to have her love set free,  
But all would not prevail, The captain's ear  
Was deaf, the Maids complaints he would not hear,  
When no entreaty could move his hard heart,  
She sadly took her leave and so they part.  
To the Tune of, I'll go to Sir Richard, &c.  

 
 Man 

Come all loyal lovers, that's faithful and true  
observe me whever you be,  
A pattern I here have prsented to you,  
It is good to be constant you see.   

But chiefly to thee (my own Dearest) I speak,  
with patience my absence to bear,  
For now I am pressed, to serve on the Seas  
and I must bid adieu to my Dear.   

Our King must have seamen and soldiers more stout,  
his enemy's hearts for to fear,  
And I for my honour will venture about,  
and I must bid adieu to my Dear.   Maid. 

O tell me not so (my own Dearest) I pray,  
for love's sake take pity on me,  
I'll do my endeavour to please thee always,  
if that I may but have my Love free.   

'Tis far better staying with me on the shore  
where pleasures and joys do abound.  
Then for to no venture, where Cannons do roar  
in the depths of the Seas to be drowned,   

O be not so cruel my to be for to slight.  
but tarry (my Dearest) with me,  
We'll find out a way in loves wars for to fight,  
and I'll strive for to set my love free.   Man. 

All that thou canst do (my Love) will not procure  
my freedom I sorely do fear,  
But I must the hardship of service endure,  
and I must bid adieu to my Dear.   

My Captain by no means will let me go free  
he likes me so well I do hear,  
Therefore it's in bain to beg my liberty,  
for I must bid adieu to my Dear.    

The Second Part  
to the same Tune.  
 
 
 Maid. 

I'll go to thy Captain and fall on my knees,  
perhaps he'll take pity on me,  
If five pounds on ten pounds will buy thy discharge  
he shall have it to set my love free.   Captain's answer. 

Not ten pounds nor twenty shall buy his discharge  
fair maid you must patiently bear,  
He shall go to Sea, for his king to engage,  
and he must bid adieu to his Dear.   

I'll have him to serve me upon the salt main  
in battle with foes for to fight,  
Then cease pretty Maiden, and do not complain,  
for the wars is a soldier's delight.   Maid. 

Behold (noble Captain) these sorrowful tears  
which down my cheeks trickles amain,  
To move your hard heart to release me of fear,  
and to grant me my love once again.   

No Maidens heart ever was fuller of woe,  
then good sir take pity on me,  
And let him no further unto the wars go  
but be pleased to set my Love free.   Captain. 

O cease thy suit Damosel and be not so sad,  
let reason thy must now assuage  
Ten thousand such seamen ere long must be had,  
all against the proud foes to engage.   Man. 

My dearest why dost thou the Captain offend,  
I am seest he by no means will yield,  
I am now resolved my blood for to spend,  
upon the salt Seas or in field;   

Therefore be contented and cease thy said moans,  
take comfort and do not thou tear,  
If fortune befriend me when as I am gone,  
I shall once again see my own Dear.   Maid. 

My dearest since thou must be parted from me,  
and here must no longer remain  
The thoughts of thy love all my comfort shall be  
Until I do see thee again.   

Each hour for thy welfare, to God I will pray,  
that he will in safety preserve,  
My one dearest Lover by night and by day,  
Whilst he on the Ocean doth serve.   

This token I prithee love for my sake keep,  
remember me, when you it wear,  
This parting kiss take, which doth force me to w●ep  
and so heavens bless my own Dear.   Man. 

Adieu my dear Jewel, thy love I have found,  
thy parting doth grieve me full sore,  
The drums they do beat, I the trumpets do sound,  
and I must stay no longer on shore.     

London, Printed for Richard Burton at the Horshoe in Smithfield.