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<VID>181991</VID>
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<DIV1 TYPE="poem">
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<HEAD>The SEAMAN's COMPLAINT FOR HIS <HI>Vnkind Mi&s;tre&s;s of Wapping:</HI></HEAD>
<HEAD TYPE="sub">Together with The Young Woman's An&s;wer in her own Vindication.</HEAD>
<OPENER>To the Tune of, <HI>I love you dearly, I love you well,</HI> &amp;c.</OPENER>
<HEADNOTE>
<P>Licens'd and Enter'd according to Order, <HI>&amp;c.</HI></P>
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<DIV2 TYPE="part">
<SP>
<LG>
<L>When I went early in the &s;pring,</L>
<L>On board a &s;hip to &s;erve the King,</L>
<L>I left my deare&s;t Love behind,</L>
<L>Who &s;aid her heart for e're was mine.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Her Love appear'd mo&s;t true to be,</L>
<L>And &s;he on board would go with me;</L>
<L>She went as far as the <HI>Boy i' th' Nore,</HI></L>
<L>And then return'd back to the &s;hore.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Oft-times I hug'd her in my arms,</L>
<L>I thought &s;he had a thousand charms;</L>
<L>Our vows we bound with ki&s;&s;es &s;weet,</L>
<L>To marry next time we did meet.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>A golden chain I did pre&s;ent,</L>
<L>She &s;eemed very well content;</L>
<L>She &s;igh'd, and &s;aid, It breaks my heart,</L>
<L>To think my Love and I mu&s;t part.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>While I was &s;ailing on the &s;ea,</L>
<L>I took all opportunity,</L>
<L>To &s;end letters unto my Dear,</L>
<L>But yet from her I ne'r could hear.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>When we were booming of a town,</L>
<L>Where cannon-balls flew up and down,</L>
<L>I' th' wor&s;t of all tho&s;e dangers there,</L>
<L>My thoughts was &s;till upon my Dear.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>But &s;ince we are returned home,</L>
<L>My Love I went to wait upon,</L>
<L>Who did in <HI>Wapping</HI> dwell of late,</L>
<L>And now has made me unfortunate.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>For when I to her Father came,</L>
<L>And ask'd for my Love by her name,</L>
<L>Her Father churli&s;hly did cry,</L>
<L>Sir, all your love &s;he does defie.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Said I, what mean you, Sir, by this?</L>
<L>To tell you true, &s;he wedded is</L>
<L>To a rich old Man for all her life,</L>
<L>And you may look for another Wife.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Cur&s;t on all fal&s;e love where-e'r it be,</L>
<L>A cur&s;e on all &s;uch perjury;</L>
<L>A cur&s;e on tho&s;e who-e<GAP DESC="illegible" REASON="missing" EXTENT="1 letter">r do make,</L>
<L>Or break a vow for riches &s;ake.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>A cur&s;e on gold and &s;ilver too,</L>
<L>A cur&s;e upon that Mi&s;er, who</L>
<L>Has made his Daughter change her mind,</L>
<L>Oh! Womens tongues are like the wind.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Adieu all comfort of my life,</L>
<L>Adieu the plea&s;ures of a Wife,</L>
<L>Adieu all fal&s;e hearts here on &s;hore,</L>
<L>For I will ne'r &s;ee <HI>England</HI> more.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>I'll go where boombs and cannons play,</L>
<L>Where they ne'r cea&s;e both night nor day,</L>
<L>I'll range the &s;eas until I die,</L>
<L>Where waves are to&s;&s;ing mountains high.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Since I have lo&s;t my heart's delight,</L>
<L>I bid unto the World good night,</L>
<L>I'd rather be where bullets fly,</L>
<L>Than in a VVoman's company.</L>
</LG>
</SP>
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<DIV2 TYPE="part">
<HEAD>The young Women's An&s;wer.</HEAD>
<SP>
<LG>
<L>In e'ry &s;treet I hear 'em &s;ing</L>
<L>My Love's complaint, who &s;erv'd the</L>
<L>I went with him to the <HI>Boy i' th' Nore,</HI></L>
<L>And could have gone all the VVorld o're.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>He &s;ays my love appeared true,</L>
<L>I do declare it was &s;o too;</L>
<L>And let his love be ne'r &s;o great,</L>
<L>Mine was as much tho' unfortunate.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>A golden chain I had of him,</L>
<L>VVhich I will freely return again;</L>
<L>As for my &s;ighing when we did part,</L>
<L>'Twas from the bottom of my heart.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Then both of us did &s;traight agree,</L>
<L>At his return married to be;</L>
<L>As for his letter he &s;ent to Town,</L>
<L>I do declare I ne'r had one.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>But now I find it (tho' too late)</L>
<L>My Love complains of his heard fate,</L>
<L>But 'tis my Father's fault indeed,</L>
<L>He often &s;aid that you were dead.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Tho&s;e letters that you &s;ent to me,</L>
<L>My Father would not let me &s;ee;</L>
<L>But always &s;aid, Child be at re&s;t,</L>
<L>For thy Sweet-heart was &s;lain at <HI>Bre&s;t.</HI></L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Then he per&s;waded me to wed</L>
<L>To a rich old Man that's almo&s;t dead;</L>
<L>It's true I'm married, and am a VVife,</L>
<L>I wish I'd liv'd &s;ingle all my life.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>I always lov'd a Seaman brave,</L>
<L>And once I was in hopes to have</L>
<L>Him which I now ne'r expect to &s;ee:</L>
<L>You Maidens all then pity me.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>While we are young and once in love,</L>
<L>It looks like ble&s;&s;ings from above;</L>
<L>Yet our Friends oftentimes will make</L>
<L>Vs break tho&s;e vows for riches &s;ake.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>And as for gold and &s;ilver too,</L>
<L>I freely cur&s;e it as well as you;</L>
<L>For if that had not caus'd this &s;trife,</L>
<L>Then you and I had been Man and Wife.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Altho we both are cro&s;t in love,</L>
<L>Your re&s;olution I'd have ye move;</L>
<L>Since now you &s;ee the fault's not mine,</L>
<L>Think not &s;o hard on woman-kind.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Where one Woman is fal&s;e in love,</L>
<L>A hundred Men they fal&s;e do prove;</L>
<L>Tho' I lay not this charge to you,</L>
<L>Nor I hope you don't think me untrue.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Return, return, I beg my Dear,</L>
<L>For here are thou&s;and Woman here,</L>
<L>That are more beautiful than I,</L>
<L>Therefore ne'r go where bullets fly.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>'Twould be the comfort of my life,</L>
<L>To &s;ee you have a happy Wife,</L>
<L>Tho' I am cro&s;t, 'twill ea&s;e my pain,</L>
<L>To &s;ee you once return'd again.</L>
</LG>
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<P><HI>London: <HI>Printed for</HI> Charles Baker.</HI></P>
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