The seaman's leave taken of his sweetest Margery. AND 
Margery her singing loath to depart,  
Being very unwilling to leave her sweetheart.   
To the tune of. I'll go through the world with thee.  

 
 Man. 

Sweet Margery I am pressed to the Sea,  
with Gold and Silver in my hand:  
I come to take my leave of thee,  
and bid adieu to fair England.   Maid. 

But wilt thou be gone my Honey sweet,  
and must I lose thy company:  
Me thinks for thee it is not meet,  
to leave thy dearest Margery.   Man. 

Sweet Margery I Must needs be gone,  
alas there is no remedy:  
But be I in company, or alone,  
I'll not forget my Margery.   Maid. 

I would thou couldst my voyage excuse,  
for I am loath to part from thee:  
When thy sweet presence I do lose.  
I shall be a sorrowful Margery.   Man. 

I prithee be not grieved so,  
but take my absence patiently;  
For wheresoever I come or go;  
my heart remains with Margery.   Maid. 

A bird in hand's worth two in the bush,  
and when thou are once gone from me;  
I doubt thou will not care a rush,  
what will become of thy Margery.   Man. 

I prithee do not conjecture thus,  
nor question my true Constancy;  
The Gordian knot which tyeth us,  
I'll ne'er break from my Margery.   Maid. 

Well if I thought thou wouldst prove true  
and bear a faithful heart to me:  
To sorrow I should bid adieu,  
as thou tak'st leave of thy Margery.   Man. 

Do not misdoubt my love at all,  
nor vex thy head with jealousy:  
What chance soever me befall,  
I'll never forsake my Margery.   Maid. 

Excuse me if I judged wrong,  
it is my tender love to thee;  
lest when thou hast been absent long,  
thou might forget thy Margery.   Man. 

That can I never for my life,  
for I am thine until I die;  
And if I ever marry a wife,  
it shall be my sweet Margery.   Maid. 

I prithee do that before we part,  
that joyful day I might but see;  
'Twould put all sorrows from my heart,  
and none so blithe as Margery.    

The second Part.  
To the same tune.  
 

ICH· DIEN   Man. 

Be not s hasty, rather stay,  
for at this time it cannot be;  
I must aboard this present day,  
and leave my sweetest Margery.   Maid. 

Then take from me a parting kiss,  
this Point about thine arm I'll tie;  
And when thou look'st upon thy wrist,  
then think upon thy Margery.   Man. 

This Point I will esteem more dear,  
Than all the Jewels I shall see;  
Pluck up thy heart and be of good cheer,  
till I return to my Margery.   Maid. 

When you do walk in the Spanish street  
and many Gallants pass you by;  
Your Chamber docks and music sweet,  
Than you'll forget your Margery.   Man. 

I prithee harp not on that string,  
these words do touch my heart full nigh  
For I esteem no earthly thing,  
so much as I do sweet Margery.   Maid. 

Sweet Lave forget that word Unkind,  
'twas spoke thy Patience but to try;  
For I am persuaded in my mind,  
thou lov●st no lass but Margery.   Man. 

I have seven Ships upon the Sea,  
and are all laden to the brim;  
I am so inflamed with love to thee  
I care not whether they sink or swim.   Maid. 

Hencdforth I'll ne'er mistrust thee more,  
nor question thy true loyalty;  
Where ever thou art on Sea or Shore,  
thou'lt think upon thy Margery.   Man. 

If any Knight or Gentleman,  
Do pass the Seas to my Country;  
I'll write a Letter with my own hand,  
and send it to my Margery.   Maid. 

O how shall I that Letter kiss,  
so soon as ever I it spy;  
It would present a world of bliss  
unto thy loving Margery.   Man. 

Margery I'll a Gallant prove,  
and for t●y sake my valsur try:  
Though all my kin seek to remove  
my thoughts from my sweet Margery.   Maid. 

If I had wist before I had kissed,  
that Love had been so dear to win;  
My heart I would have closeed in Gold,  
and pinned it with a Silver pin.   Man. 

The time sweet Margery calls away,  
I now must leave thy company;  
For time and Tide for none will stay,  
once more farewell sweet Margery.   Maid. 

Once more I'll kiss thy sugared Lips,  
and take thy absence patiently;  
Heaven prosper thee, and thy seven Ships,  
and send thee safe to Margery.    
FINIS.   

London, Printed for Francis Coles.