The sea-man's answer to his unkind lover. Tune of. I lov'd you dearly, &c. Or, Languishing swain. Licensed according to order. This text is an enriched version of the TCP digital transcription B05760 of text R227591 in the English Short Title Catalog (Wing S2183). 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. 3 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 B05760 Wing S2183 Interim Tract Supplement Guide C.39.k.6[37] 99887417 ocm99887417 182123 2240888934

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Early English books online. (EEBO-TCP ; phase 1, no. B05760) Transcribed from: (Early English Books Online ; image set 182123) Images scanned from microfilm: (Early English books; Tract supplement ; A3:1[37]) The sea-man's answer to his unkind lover. Tune of. I lov'd you dearly, &c. Or, Languishing swain. Licensed according to order. 1 sheet ([1] p.). Printed and sold by T. Staples., [London] : [1694?] Place and date of publication from Wing. Verse: "Fair maid, you say you lov'd me well ..." Printed in two columns. Reproduction of original in the British Library. eng Ballads, English -- 17th century. eebo The sea-man's answer to his unkind lover. Tune of. I lov'd you dearly, &c. Or, Languishing swain. Licensed according to order. anon 1694 1 431 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 A This text has no known defects that were recorded as gap elements at the time of transcription. 2008-01 Assigned for keying and markup 2008-01 Keyed and coded from ProQuest page images 2008-02 Sampled and proofread 2008-08 Rekeyed and resubmitted 2008-10 Sampled and proofread 2008-10 Text and markup reviewed and edited 2009-02 Batch review (QC) and XML conversion
The Sea-man's Answer TO His Unkind Lover . Tune of I lov'd you dearly , &c. Or , Languishing Swain .

Licensed according to Order .

FAir Maid , you say you lov'd me well , I do believe it honest Nell , And likewise tell you what is true , Once there was none I lov'd like you . T was not for Money that I wed , I never ask'd her what she had , You said you would not married be , Till I return again from Sea . That was the reason pritty Dove , Which made me seek for another Love , I thought when I to Sea was gone , You 'd wed before I cou'd return . As for thy kindness still to me , A thousand thanks I return to thee , And I am glad you do impart , A Seaman still shall have thy Heart . I have a Brother with me here , Who 's Younger than I by one Year , He is a Seaman truly bred , My dearest Nell let him thee Wed. You cry Stop Thief , your Heart I have , My Brother he the same do crave , And begs that I would write to you , To give thy free consent thereto . If you but saw us both together , You could not tell one from the other ; Then prithee Nell do not deny , Though I am wed , let him injoy . I hear thou' rt ranging o're the Sea , With full intent to come to me , May Heavens keep thee from all harms , And bring thee safely to my Arms. We 're both in the Britania bold , I 'th Straights where Strangers much behold , For there was never seen before So great a Ship near the Turkish-shoar . Then come my fair One , come away , My Brother longs to see the day , That you will be his happy Bride , Then waff her hither Wind and Tide . If thou wert come , then we 'd be merry , In Bowls of Punch and good Canary , And thou wilt find he 'll love thee well , Though I did leave my honest Nell . I prithee Nell do not deny , Thou ' It find him kinder far than I , Although you prove not to be my Wife , Yet my dear Sister all my life ,

Printed and Sold by T. Staples .