THE West Country Nymph Or the Loyal Maid of Bristol.  
The Flower of Bristol doth complain  
For the absence of her Love  
And vows she constant will remain  
Like to the Turtle Dove.  
Tune, Young Jammy.  

Fidelity  
Piety  
Loyalty   
 

COme all you Maidens fair  
and listen to my Ditty  
In Bristol City fair,  
there lived a damsel pretty  
She to a Seaman was engaged  
him she did love most dear.  
And when the roaring Billows raged  
her heart was filled with fear.   

When stormy winds did blow  
she sorely was oppressed  
Her countenance did show  
that she was much distressed  
Quoth she you goods what do you mean  
to fill me thus with fear  
Such storms as these weve never seen  
but yet preserve my Dear.   

For I will constant be  
and ever faithful to him,  
Thrice happy shall I be  
if e'er I live to view him  
But should he die and not return  
as I do greatly fear  
I with the Turtle Dove will mourn  
for my beloved Dear.   

For he is in mine eye  
the glory of this Nation  
And at his constancy  
I stand in admiration.  
It would my heart most joyful make  
to see my love appear  
Which now with fear doth sadly ache  
for my beloved dear.   
 
 

You that are crossed in Love  
my happiness admire  
My dear doth constant prove  
what can I more desire  
I'll go and stand on Dundre Hill  
to see his ship appear  
Where by myself i'll weep my fill  
for my beloved dear.   

But if by cruel fate  
my true love should miscarry  
Who could my grief relate  
in Bristol i'd ne'er tarry.  
To some strange Deserts I would fly  
and wander far and near  
With woeful screeks to pierce the sky  
for my beloved dear.   

But yet my Love so kind  
I think the duce was in thee  
To leave me here behind  
and Sail unto Virginny,  
Make haste and home return again  
or I shall die with fear  
For my poir sake now leave the Main  
mine own beloved dear.   

Didst thou the torments know  
that I have long endured  
It would procure thy woe  
i'm certainly assured,  
thou'rt unacquainted with my pain  
my sorrow and my fear  
Oh then make haste and come again  
mine own beloved dear.   

No soul beneath the Sun  
hath been more heavy hearted  
Since my true Love was gone  
and from his dearest parted  
But time I hope will make amends  
for all my care and fear  
When we two meet like faithful friends  
than will I hug my dear.   

Till than I shall lament  
for the absence of my true Love  
And pine in discontent  
I hope 'tis so with you love  
An every day I wish for thee  
to banish all my fear  
O quickly come and comfort me  
my own beloved dear.