Saylors for my money a new ditty composed in the praise of saylors and sea affaires ... to the tune of The joviall cobler / [by] M.P. M. P. (Martin Parker), d. 1656? This text is an enriched version of the TCP digital transcription A08979 of text S5147 in the English Short Title Catalog (STC 19267.5). Textual changes and metadata enrichments aim at making the text more computationally tractable, easier to read, and suitable for network-based collaborative curation by amateur and professional end users from many walks of life. The text has been tokenized and linguistically annotated with MorphAdorner. The annotation includes standard spellings that support the display of a text in a standardized format that preserves archaic forms ('loveth', 'seekest'). Textual changes aim at restoring the text the author or stationer meant to publish. This text has not been fully proofread Approx. 5 KB of XML-encoded text transcribed from 1 1-bit group-IV TIFF page image. EarlyPrint Project Evanston,IL, Notre Dame, IN, St. Louis, MO 2018 A08979 STC 19267.5 ESTC S5147 38160748 ocm 38160748 29317 2240932610

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Early English books online. (EEBO-TCP ; phase 1, no. A08979) Transcribed from: (Early English Books Online ; image set 29317) Images scanned from microfilm: (Early English books, 1475-1640 ; 1933:4) Saylors for my money a new ditty composed in the praise of saylors and sea affaires ... to the tune of The joviall cobler / [by] M.P. M. P. (Martin Parker), d. 1656? 2 leaves : ill. for C. Wright, Printed at London : [ca. 1630?] Date of publication from STC (2nd ed.). Right half sheet contains "The Second part. To the same tune."; imprint and author's initials, M.P., appear at end. Contains 3 illustrations. Imperfect: cropped, cut in two, and stained. Reproduction of original in: Pepys Library. eng Ballads, English -- 17th century. Sailors -- Poetry. Seafaring life -- Poetry. Broadsides -- London (England) -- 17th century. eebo Saylors for my money. A new ditty composed in the praise of saylors and sea affaires, breifly shewing the nature of so worthy a calling, and effects o M. P. 1630 2 801 1 0 0 0 0 0 12.48 C The rate of 12.48 defects per 10,000 words puts this text in the C category of texts with between 10 and 35 defects per 10,000 words. 2002-10 Assigned for keying and markup 2002-12 Keyed and coded from ProQuest page images 2003-01 Sampled and proofread 2003-01 Text and markup reviewed and edited 2003-02 Batch review (QC) and XML conversion
Saylors for my money .

A new Ditty composed in the praise of Saylors and Sea affaires , breifly shewing the nature of so worthy a calling , and effects of their industry .

To the tune of the Iouiall Cobler .

COuntrie men of England , who liue at home with ease : And litle thinke what dangers , Are incident o' th Seas : Giue eare vnto the Saylor Who vnto you will shew : His case , His case : How ere the winde doth blow . He that is a Saylor ▪ Must haue a valiant heart : For when he is vpon the sea , He is not like to start : But must with noble courage , All dangers vndergoe . Resolue , Resolue : How ere the wind doth blow . Our calling is laborious , And subiect to much woe : But we must still contented be : With what falls to our share . Wee must not be faint hearted ▪ Come tempest raine or snow : Nor shrinke : Nor shrinke : How ere the winde doth blowe . Sometimes one Neptunes bosome Our ship is tost with waues And euery minite we expect , The sea must be our graues Somtimes on high she mounteth Then falls againe as low : with waues : with waues : When stormie winds do blow . Then with vnfained prayers , As Christian duty bindes , Wée turne vnto the Lord of hosts , With all our hearts and minds , To him we flée for succour , For he we surely know , can saue : can saue , How ere the wind doth blow . Then he who breaks the rage : The rough & blustrous seas ▪ When his disciples were afraid Will straght the stormes apease . And giue vs cause to thanke On bended knees full low : who saues : who saues , How ere the wind doth blow . Our enemies approaching , When wée on sea espie , Wée must resolue incontinent To fight , although we die , With noble resolution Wee must oppose our foe , in fight , in fight : How ere the wind doe blow . And when by Gods assistance , Our foes are put to 'th foile , To animate our courages , Wée all haue share o' th spoile , Our foes into the Ocean , Wee back to back do throw , to sinke , or swimme , How ere the wind doth blow .
The Second part . To the same tune .

THus wée gallant seamen , In midst of greatest dangers , Doe alwaies proue our valour , Wée neuer are no changers : But what soe ere betide vs , Wée stoutly vndergoe , resolu'd , resolu'd , How ere the wind doth blow . If fortune doe befriend vs . In what we take in hand , Wée proue our selues still generous When ere we come to land , Ther 's few that shall out braue vs Though neere so great in show , wée spend and lend , How ere the wind doth blow . We trauell to the Indies , From them we bring som spice Here we buy rich Marchandise At very little prize ; And many wealthy prises , We conquer from the foe : In fight : In fight , How ere the wind doth blow . Into our natiue Country , With wealth we doe returne : And cheere our wiues & children , Who for our absence mourne . Then doe we brauely flourish ,
And where so ere we goe : We roare : We roare : How ere the wind doth blow . For when we haue receiued ▪ Our wages for our paynes : The Uintners & the Tapsters ▪ By vs haue golden gaines . We call for liquor roundly , And pay before we goe : and sing : and drinke , How ere the wind doth blow . Wée brauely are respected , When we walke vp & downe , For if wée méete good company , Wée care not for a crowne , Ther 's none more frée then saylrrs Where ere he come or goe , th'elle roare o' th shore , How ere the wind● doth blow . Then who would liue in England And norish vice with ease , When hée that is in pouertie , May riches get o' th seas : Le ts saile vnto the Indies , Where golden grasse doth grow to sea , to sea , How ere the wind doth blow . M. P.
FINIS .

Printed at London for C. Wright .