Humours of Gravel-Lane, or, The cobler's daughter's wedding/Sweet Poll of Plymouth

SWEET POLL of PLYMOUTH.

WHen Edward firſt beard Poll of Plymouth was
the functions of life made a pauſe, (dead,
His piteous eyes flood aghaſt in bis head,
his ſhipmates enquired the cauſe
Reviving, a while, he addreſt them all round,
with his hand cloſtly preſt on his heart,
Saying, Within this ſad letter at once I have found,
the ſceptre of death and bis dart.

It tells that my dear Poll of Plymouth is dead,
my comfort, my joy, and my life,
When I was torn from her, ſhe flew to her bed,
and ſighing reſigu’d her dear life;
He fancied he ſaw his dear Poll in the clouds,
then ſtay for poor Edward, he cry’d.
And ſwift as his fancy he ran up the ſhrouds,
and eagerneſs flaſh’d in his eyes.

He call’d for all hands, and he gave a loud ſhriek,
and now all diſtracted he raves,
Saying, Don’t you ſee that my heart’s ſprung a
(leak,
and threw himſelf into the waves;
All hands were employ’d to prevent his ſad fate,
the long boat was hoiſted in rain,
They dragg’d him on board, but, alas ’twas too late;
for he never once breathed again.


This work was published before January 1, 1929, and is in the public domain worldwide because the author died at least 100 years ago.

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