Courtship & marriage

William and Mary Anne

          Tune—My Mary Anne.

Upon the beach two lovers strayed,
While a gallant ship lay out afar
A young sailor bold and his dark-
                       eyed maid,
And he was going abroad to the
                       wars ;
Come dry your tears the young sailor
cries
As he took her lilly white hand,
I will soon return and make you my
                       bride
My constant my kind Mary Anne
Then fare you well my old my bonny
                       bird,
I must sail to a foreign land,
But if to return your William is
                       spared
I'll be true to my own Mary Anne
See yonder lays with white sails
                       spreading
The ship that is to bear me from
                       thee
She is mann'd by brave hearts that
                       never yet failed
To drive England's foes from sea
So fear for me my own darling girl,
hough I'go to an enimies land,
Though the bullets mayfly all dan-
                       ger I defy,
For the of my own Mary Anne
Accept this ring my own mary Anne
From your william so gall nt and
                       true,
And on your finger for my sake it
                       wear
As a token of love for you ;
And when that I return again,
To claim you with heart and with
                       hand
I will never again attempt the briny
                       sea
But live happy with my own Mary
                        Anne.
Ono last kiss before we part
For my messmates are waiting
                       for me,
She whispered as he took her to his
                       manly heart
Yes dear I will be true to thee
He leapt into the boat which soon
                       from the shore
And she waved her lily white hand
And far far above the billows loud
                        roar,
Were the words,' Farewell; Mary
                       Anne

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What will you do, Love !

What will you, lovo, when I am going,
With while sail flowing the s as beyond ?
What will you do, love, when waves devide us
And friends may chide us for being fond ?"

"Though the waves dived us and friends be chiding
In faith abiding, I'll still be true,
And I'll pray for thee on the stormy ocean,
In deep devotion ;—That's what I'll do !"

"What will you love if distant tidings,
Thy fond* confididgs should undermine
And I abiding 'nearh the sultry skies,
Should think other eyes as bright as thine ?"

"Oh name it not ; though guilt and shame,
Were on thy name, I'd still be true ;
But that heart of thine, should another share it.
I not bear it ;—What would I do ?"

"What would you, do, love, when home returning,
With hopes high burning, with wealth for you,—
If my bark, that bounded o'er foreign foam,
Should be lost near some—ah what would you do

"So though wert spared I'd bless the morrow,
In want and sorrow that left me you
And I'd welcome thee fro the wasti g billow,
My heart thy pillow !—thats what I'd do

HENSON, Printer, Bridge St. Nerthampton.