A pleasant new Song, betwixt The Saylor and his Loue. to the tune of Dulcina.

Home

What doth aile my Love, so sadly
in such heavy [camps] to stand;
Doth she grieve or take unkindly,
that I am so neere at hand?
Or doth she vow,
She will not know,
Nor speake to me when I doe come:
If that be so,
[a]way Ile goe,
first kisse and bid me welcome home.

Had I ever thee forsaken,
putting thee out of my minde,
Thou then mightst have justly spoken
that I was to thee unkind.
Or should I take
Some other make,
Then mightst thou have just cause to mourne
But let me die
Before that I,
doe so: then bid me welcome home.

Sooner shall the grasse leave growing,
from the hare the hound shall run,
[Husbandmen] shall leave thair sowing,
[clouds] shall run the land upon,
The fish shall flye.
The Sea run dry,
The birds no more shall sing but mourne
[Ete] I of thee
[Unmindfull] be,
then kisse and bid me welcome home.

Smile on me, be not offended,
pardon grant for my amisse:
Let thy favour so be friend me,
as to seale it with a kisse:
To me, I sweare,
Thou are so deare,
That for thy sake Ile fancy none,
Then doe not frowne,
But sit thee downe,
Sweet kisse and bid me welcome home.

If thou hast proved chast Diana,
since from thee I did depart.
I as constant have beene to thee,
for on thee fixt was my heart:
No not for she
Jupiter see,
Dinae in her tower alone.
Should me intice,
No Ile be nice,
then kisse and bid me welcome home.

No nor Venus Cupids mother,
nore the fairest wife of love,
Should Lucretia or some other,
seeke by gifts to win my love,
Should Hellen faire,
To me repaire,
And unto me for love make move,
Yet none of these
My minde shall please,
then kisse, and bid me welcome home

The second part. To the same tune.

From thy sight though I was banisht
yet I alwayes was to thee,
Far more kinde then was Ulysses,
to his chaste Penelope:
For why away
He once did stay
Ten yeares, and left her all alone.
But I from thee,
Have not beene three,
Sweet kisse and bid me welcome him.

Come sweet heart [,] come sit downe by me,
and let thy lap my pillow me.
While sweet sleepe my minde beguileth,
all my dreams shall be on thee.
I pray thee stay,
Steale not away,
Let lullaby be all my song:
With kisses sweet,
Lull mee asleepe,
and say sweet heart thou’rt welcome home,

The womans answer.

I have been sad to see how from me,
thou so long away didst stay,
Yet now I more rejoyce to see thee,
happily ariv’d this day.
Thou from our shore
Shalt goe no more,
To wander thus abroad alone:
But thou shalt stay
With me alway,
for here’s my hand, thou’rt welcome home.

I have prov’d Diana to the,
since from me thou wentst away,
I have had suters [west-nigh] twenty,
and much adoe had for to stay:
But I denyed,
When they reply’d,
And sent them all away to scorne:
For I had sworne,
To live forlorne,
untill that I see thee come home.

Seeing thou art home arived,
thou shalt not goe away in haste,
But lovingly come sit downe by me,
let thine armes embrace my wast:
Farewell annoy,
Welcome my joy,
Now lullaby is all my song,
For now my heart,
Sings loath to part,
then kisse, sweet-heart, thou’rt welcome home

Since sweet heart thou dost befriend me
thus to take me to thy love,
Never more will I offend thee,
but will ever constant prove.
Thou hast my heart,
Not to depart.
But ever constant to remaine[?]
And thou hast mine,
And I have thine,
Then let us kisse and welcome home.

FINIS.

Printed at London forJohn Grismond

1625 .
Copyright University of California, Santa Barbara 2005

Early Modern Center English Ballad Archive, 1500 - 1800

A pleasant new Song, betwixt The Saylor and his Loue. to the tune of Dulcina.