The Roxburghe ballads . the ship makes its motion,So soon shall the sea be my general the lass thought better of it, and did not drown herself. But thecase of Mary Jones, 1780, who was hanged while suckling her infant, (seeDickens, in his Preface to Barnaby Pudge,) was more sad and disgraceful tothe nation. Charles Dibdin coolly appropriated Careys song, for his own True-Blue; or, The Press-Gang, 1781 ; although it had been printed in CareysMusical Century, i. 133, before Dibdin was born (1745). 524 [Roxburghe Collection, III. 10G ; Euing, No. 324.] Cl)e teamans 2ttiieu to ins £>ea
The Roxburghe ballads . the ship makes its motion,So soon shall the sea be my general the lass thought better of it, and did not drown herself. But thecase of Mary Jones, 1780, who was hanged while suckling her infant, (seeDickens, in his Preface to Barnaby Pudge,) was more sad and disgraceful tothe nation. Charles Dibdin coolly appropriated Careys song, for his own True-Blue; or, The Press-Gang, 1781 ; although it had been printed in CareysMusical Century, i. 133, before Dibdin was born (1745). 524 [Roxburghe Collection, III. 10G ; Euing, No. 324.] Cl)e teamans 2ttiieu to ins £>eat\ This Man was prest to serve upon the Seas, Which did his Dearest very much displease, She importund the Captain on her knee, And proffered Gold to have her Love set free: But all would not prevail, the Captains ear Was deaf, the Maids complaint 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, Vie go to Sir Richard. [See p. 523, and 9th stanza.]. COme all lo) al Lovers thats faithful and true,Observe, where ever you be,A pattern I here have presented to you :It is good to be constant you see. But chiefly to thee, my own clearest, I speak, With patience ray absence to bear,For now I am prest to serve on the Seas, And I must bid adieu to my dear. Our King must have Seamen and Souldiers most stout His enemies hearts for to fear, [ to frighten. And I for my honour will venture about,And Itmtst bid adieu to my deary The Seaman* Adieu to his Dear. 525 Maid. 0 tell me not so, mine own dearest, I pray,For Loves sake take pitty on me,Ile do my endeavour to please thee alway, If that I may have my love free. 16 Tis far better staying with me on the shore,Where pleasures and joys do abound,Than for fyou] to venture where Cannons do roar,In the depth of the Seas to be drownd. 0 be not so cruel (my love) for to fight,But tarry, my dearest, with me ;Wel find out a way in Loves wars for to fight,And Pie strive for
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