Like a Lady thou shalt flourish, Thy poor drooping heart I'll nourish, and thy former Joys restore; Gold and Treasure, Love and Pleasure if I live to come on shore. Love, the world shall now admire, Dearest, though we now do sever, LXXII The two Faithful Lovers 6 To the tune of, Francklin is fled.' Man. FAREWEL my Hearts delight, Lady adue; I now must take my flight, what ere insue. cannot yet agree, Since it will no better be, Maid. O be not so unkind, Heart, Love, and Joy, To leave me here behind, breeds my annoy : O have a patient heart, Man. I'le leave thee Gold good store, thee to maintain, What canst thou wish for more, do not complain. Servants shall wait on thee, Maid. Your Gold I count but Dross, when you are fled, Your absence is my loss, 'twill strike me dead; Servants I will have none When you are from me gone, I'de rather live alone, from company. Man. I am resolv'd to go, Fortune to prove. Advise me what to do, my dearest Love. For here I will not bide, Maid. Then let me with you go, I will attend on you, I'le serve you night and day, Man. The Seas are dangerous, so are the Wind, As thou mayest plainly see, Dear heart go not with me, but stay behind. Maid. Though Seas do threaten death, my heart's delight, with thee I'le spend my breath, nought shall affright, With thee I'le live and die, In thy sweet company, Though dangers still be nigh, both day and night. In man's Apparrel she to Sea now went. Because with him she'd be, her heart's content. She cut her lovely hair, And no mistrust was there, That she a Maiden fair was at that time. To Venice were they bound, with full consent, With sorrows compast round, away they went. On an unhappy day, The Ship was cast away, Which wrought their lives decay, friends discontent. The Ship being cast away, fortune so frown'd: He swum to shore that day, O his true Love was drown'd, with grief and care. O cruel Seas, quoth he, in love combin'd: O cast her on the shoare, Ye loyal Lovers all that hear this Ditty, Sigh and lament her fall moves you to pitty. She lies now in the Deep, In everlasting sleep, And left me here to weep Dear Love I come quoth he, I long to be with thee, my only Bride. In Venice did he die, And there his Corps doth lie, LXXIII The Lawlands o' Holland 'THE love that I hae chosen, I'll therewith be content; The saut sea sall be frozen Before that I repent. Repent it sall I never Until the day I dee; But the Lawlands o' Holland Hae twinn'd my love and me. 'My love he built a bonny ship, And set her to the main, twinn'd] separated. |