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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The Banks Of The Nile The Banks of the Nile. Hark! hark! the drums do beat, my love, and I must haste away,The bugles sweetly sound, and no longer can I stay;We are called up to Portsmouth many a long mile,All for to be embarked for the banks of the NIle.O Billy, dearest Billy, these…
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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 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 Paisley Officer In blythe and bonny Scotland, where the blue bell do grow, There dwelt a pretty fair maid down in a valley low. It’s all the day long she herded sheep upon the bank of the Clyde, Altho’ her lot in life was low she was called the village pride. An Officer from…
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The Cabin Boy. Printed and Sold by R. Walker, near the Duke’s Palace, Norwich. Poll Pennant’s father was a tar, Her uncle smuggled tea, And her relations near and far, Had bus’ness with the sea. She married Jack, pride of the crew, One to her bosom dear; And ‘monastery these sailors quickly knew To hand…
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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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