[Joy after sorrow], being the sea-mans return from Jamaica:, or, The lovely lasses late lamentation for the long absence of her dearest beloved friend a voyage to Jamaica he pretends: but at his comming home makes her amends. To an excellent new tune, called, My love is gone to Bohemy, or, Wet and weary. L. P. (Laurence Price), fl. 1625-1680? This text is an enriched version of the TCP digital transcription B09777 of text R234925 in the English Short Title Catalog (Wing P3369). 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. 6 KB of XML-encoded text transcribed from 2 1-bit group-IV TIFF page images. EarlyPrint Project Evanston,IL, Notre Dame, IN, St. Louis, MO 2018 B09777 Wing P3369 ESTC R234925 64551587 ocm 64551587 184716 2240886231

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 Early English books online text creation partnership. (EEBO-TCP ; phase 2, no. B09777) Transcribed from: (Early English Books Online ; image set 184716) Images scanned from microfilm: (Early English Books, 1641-1700 ; 2870:59) [Joy after sorrow], being the sea-mans return from Jamaica:, or, The lovely lasses late lamentation for the long absence of her dearest beloved friend a voyage to Jamaica he pretends: but at his comming home makes her amends. To an excellent new tune, called, My love is gone to Bohemy, or, Wet and weary. L. P. (Laurence Price), fl. 1625-1680? 1 sheet ([1] p.) : ill. (woodcuts) Printed for Tho. Vere at the Signe of the Angel without New-gate, [S.l. : 1648] Caption title. Signed at end: L. P. Imprint from colophon. Place and date of publication suggested by Wing (2nd ed.). Imperfect: broadside is cropped with slight loss of print. Reproduction of original in: Bodleian Library. eng Ballads, English -- 17th century. Broadsides -- England -- 17th century. eebo Joy after sorrow, being the sea-mans return from Jamaica: or, The lovely lasses late lamentation for the long absence of her dearest beloved friend[.] L. P. 1644 3 941 5 0 0 0 0 0 53.13 D The rate of 53.13 defects per 10,000 words puts this text in the D category of texts with between 35 and 100 defects per 10,000 words. 2013-10 Assigned for keying and markup 2013-12 Keyed and coded from ProQuest page images 2014-01 Sampled and proofread 2014-01 Text and markup reviewed and edited 2014-03 Batch review (QC) and XML conversion
Joy after Sorrow , Being the Sea-mans return from Jamaica : Or , the lovely Lasses late Lamentation for the long absence of her dearest beloved Friend A Voyage to Jamaica he pretends : But at his comming home makes her amends . To an excellent new tune , called , my Love is gone to Bohemy , or , wet and weary .

woodcut of a man

THere was a Maid as I heard tell which fell in desperation , She lov'd a Young-man passing well , which brought her in vexation : The Young-man had the Maid beguil'd , the matter so was carried , For he had gotten her with Child before that they were married Which caus'd this Maid to make great moan , and often times to speak so , My belly is up and my heart is down , and my Love is gone to Jamaica . He was my joy and hearts delight , and well my mind contented , But now hée 's gone out of my sight , I sorely am tormented : Whilst he with me was living here , heaven knows I lov'd him dearely , But now my heart will burst with care , it touch●th me so nearly . I sigh I sob ▪ and I make great moan , the cause wherefore I speak so . &c.

woodcut of a woman

My Love was wondrous kind and frée , when as first he came a woing , And many good guifts he gave to me , because he would be doing : My Love gave me a Beaver Hat , methought it was br●ve and bonuy , And a gallant Love-fancy to weare in it , which cost five pound in mony : but now I weep and make great moan , the reason why I speak so , &c , My Love gave me a Silken Gown , with rich and costly Laces , Ther 's not a br●ver in the Town , it all the rest surpasses : My Love gave me a gay gold Ring , and Bracelets made of Amber , He also gave me a better thing , when he had me in his Chamber . I sigh , I sob , and I make great moan , the reason why I speak so , My belly is up and my heart is down , for my Love is gone to Jamaica .

woodcut of a man, sword drawn

MY love gave me a Holand smock and bid me for to weare it One night 'twixt ten & eleven a clock I 'm sure he did not teare it : My Love gave me a Feather bed , to lye on when I was weary On which he had my Maiden-head when he had made me merry but since dame fortune she doth frown this makes me sigh and speake so , My belly is up and my heart is down and my Love is gon to Jamaica . And since that time I am possest , with many griefs I tell yée In head , in side in back and breast , but chiefly in my belly : Oh that my love were here againe , I 'm sure he would befriend me , And use a meanes to cure my pain , and take a course to mend me . I sigh , I sob , and I make great moan , the reason why I doe so , &c. If I had Icarus wings to flye , I doe so greatly mind him , Then I would soone beyond the Seas , and séeke till I could finde him , If that he were in France or Spain . or els in High Spaniclo . I 'de surely méet with him again , so closely would I follow . The Indies and the Wildernesse , and hollow caves I de seek to . And every place both more and lesse , bel●nging to Jamaica . Thus many a woful day and night the Damsel lay lamenting , Before her love appear'd in sight to yéeld her hearts contenting : But mark what hapned at the last when she so long had mourned , The bonny Lad that she lov'd best , safely from Sea returned . But when she heard her true-love speak she knew him by his tongue Sir , Her heart did in her belly leap , and about his neck she flung Sir . Good Lord what kissing there was then ; with friendly kind embraces , Vntill the joyfull tears of them ran down each others faces : The very night when this was done as is for certain spoken , She was delivered of a Son , a fair and goodly token , Whereby she alters s●on her tune , her fancy made her speak so , My heart is up and my belly is down , and my Love is come from Jamaica . Soon after that the Seaman bold , he having of mony plenty , Cast in her lap ten pound in gold . and halfe crown pieces twenty : And since that time they married are , whereby their joyes are double , And now she sings with a merry chéer , being frée from care and trouble . My sorrows all are past and gone , which makes me sing and speak so , My hart is up and my belly is down , and Love is come from Jamaica . L.P.
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Printed for Tho. Vere , at the signe of the Angel , without New-gate .