The Tempest, To which are added…/The Cambridge Tender

The CAMBRIDGE TENDER.

HARD was my lot to be diſplay'd,
by Cupid’s cruel arrow;
Since I’m oblig’d to go to ſea,
I go in grief and ſorrow.
Now from your arms I muſt away,
Peggy take my heart a keeping,
May the Pow’rs above protect my love,
till our next happy meeting.

Falſe information, my dear jewel,
proved our ſeparation,
And forc'd me from your breaſt amain,
into ſome foreign nation.
My reputation they diſdain'd,
their might I could not hinder,
Which caus'd me to be preſs'd away,
and ſent aboard the tender.

Peggy, my jewel, do not grieve,
ſuppoſe I muſt retire,
Since I'm oblig'd to go to ſea,
it's you I do admire.
When I'm upon the raging ſea,
and in the midſt of ſtrangers,
The thoughts of you my deareſt dear,
will help me out of dangers.