The Seamans Doleful Farewell The Seamans Doleful Farwel Or, The Greenwitch Lovers mournful Departure, See here the pattern of true Love, And nothing shall his mind removewhich absence cannot stain; till he returns again. This may be printed, R.P. Man. Farewel my dearest Love now must I leave thee, to the East-Indies my Course I…
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Billy and Nancy’s Kind Parting The Banks of Clady To which are added, &c. Billy and Nancy’s Kind Parting. Farewel my dear Nancy, for now I must leave you. and to the West Indies my course I must steer,I know very well my absence will grieve you, but my dear I’ll return in the spring…
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Soldier’s Farewell to Manchester Pitts, Printer and Toy Warehouse 6, Grat st. Andrew street 7 dials. In coming down to Manchester to gain my liberty I saw one of the prettiest girl that e’er my eyes did see I saw one of the prettiest girls that e’er my eyes did see At the Angel inn…
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The Highland Soldier On the Highland mountains so far away, There dwelt a lovely maiden One morn so early she did stray. For to view the soldiers parading. They march’d so bold, all drest so gay. With colours flying, and the band did play, Which caus’d that maiden for to say, I’ll gang unto my…
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The Scotch Virago. A Song Sung to the Queen at Kensington. The Words made to a pretty New Scotch Tune. Valiant Jockey’s march’d away, To fight the Foe with brave Mackay; Leaving me, poor Soul, forlorn, To Curse the Hour when I was Born; But, I’ve sworn Ise follow too; And dearest Jockey’s Fate pursue;…
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The Valiant Commander, With his Resolute Lady The Valiant Commander, with His Resolute LadyShewing A brief Discourse of a Commander bold,Who had a wife was worth her weight in gold;She bravely fought to save her Husbands life,Let all men judge, was not this a Valiant Wife? Gallants come list a while, a story I shall…
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The Young Sailor Bold It is of a nobleman’s daughter, So comely and handsome we hear, Her father possessed a great fortune, Full thirty five thousand a year, He had but one only daughter, Caroline was her name we are told And one day from her drawing room window She admired a young sailor bold….
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The Philadelphia Lass J. Catnach, Printer, 2, Monmouth-court, 7 Dials. It was on a summer’s morning all in the month of May, Down by those flowery gardens I carelessly did stray, I heard a damsel most grievously to complain, Saying William has gone & left me to plough the raging main. With doleful lamentations &…
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In Four Parts. You lovers that know what to love doth belong.Come draw near, and listen a while to my song,What tho’ it is strange it is certainly true,It will shew what dangers true lovers go thro’.A noble brave merchant in London did dwell,He had a daughter, whose beauty did excelAll other lasses that liv’d…
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The Rose of Britain’s Isle. Attention give both high and low,And quickly you shall hear,Of a virtuous damsel true and kindWho dwelt in Liecestershire,Her cheeks like the blooming roses were,In her face appeared a smile,The maiden’s name was lovely Jane,The Rose of Britain’s Isle.She was a farmer’s daughter,Her father’s only joy,And in her teens she…
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The Bonny Sailor Boy. There was a rich merchant in Liverpool did dwell,He had but one daughter, few could her excel,With her red rolling cheeks and her rolling black eye,She fell deep in love with her bonny sailor boy. When the rich merchant came this for to understand,He swore he’d banish William to Vandieman’s Land;Be…
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The Constant Female The Rakish Female Sailor. I am a rakish fair maid, who dare not well be seen, And for the sake of Jemmy, I dare not be seen, I’ll cross the raging seas, if Jemmy he is dead,I will mourn constantly, all for my Jemmy’s sake I’ll cross the raging seas, &c.A tarry jacket…
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London Merchant. ‘Tis of a rich Merchant near London we hear, Had a comely young daughter most beauteous and fair, 20 thousand bright guineas was her portion on gold, Till she Fell in love with a young sailor bold. O when that the Merchant these tidings did hear, Upon the young sailor he vengence did…
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The Captain of Love Captain of Love There was a rich noble, as lately we hear, Who had but one daughter, most charming and fair, He often admired this beautiful child, But soon by sly Cupid her heart was beuil’d. Her father he died; and one day, at her ease, To visit her workmen she…
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The Sailor on the Sea The Sailor on the Sea It was in London fair that a lady she lived there, This lady was of beauty and delight, When unto this lady gay I became a servant maid, And in me she took great delight. She had one only son, of beauty, birth was born,…
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The Faithless Captain, or Betrayed Virgin The Faithless Captain, or Betrayed Virgin. All ye maidens fair I pray awhile draw near, I a tragical story have to tell, It will make your heart bleed, when further I proceed, As for the truth it has befel, In London city liv’d a maiden there, Blest with a…
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MARY’S FATE The Mariner’s Concert, Being a new collection of the most favorite Sea Songs, Written and sung by Dibden, Dignum, Fawcett, &c. And sung at the Places of Public Ammusement in the Year 1797. Mary’s Fate. Printed and sold by J. Evans, No. 41, Long-Lane, London. The decks were clear’d, the gallant bandOf British…
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The Dublin Tragedy, Or the Unfortunate Merchant’s Daughter, in two parts Part I. Setting forth a brief and authentic account of a rich Merchant’s Daughter in the town of Belfast, who was deluded by an Ensign in the army, and for love of him, dressed herself in man’s apparel, and saild with him to England,…
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The Handsome Cabin Boy The Female Cabin Boy. OR, the Row among the Sailors. J. Catanach, Printer, 2 & #, Monmouth-court, 7 Dials. It’s of a pretty female as you shall understand,She had a mind of roving into a foreign landAttired in sailor’s clothing she boldly did appear,And engaged with the captain to serve him…
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The Soldier’s Bride Young Delia once, a soldier’s bride,Assumed the soldier’s garb;But yet not her’s the warrior’s stride,Nor hers the snaffled barb;A cap and feather graced her brow,Her form the Highland plaid;In vaine–her voice, so faint and low,The trembling fair betrayed. This distant camp her Henry sought,His country’s foes t’engage,–Why cannot I, delightful though!She cried,…
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