THE NEW RAMILIES.
You pretty maids where e'er you be,
that have ſweetheaats on the raging ſea,
Come ſhed a tear along with me,
my love was loſt in the Ramilie.
My love he was a ſailor bold
as e'er a fair maid did behold,
He was always conſtant kind to me,
he has loſt his life in the Ramilie,.
The ſeas did roll full mountains high,
there was no daylight in the ſky.
The wind did blow with a diſmal ſhock,
when the Ramilies daſh'd againſt a rock
Five hundred ſeamen ſtout and bold,
were her on beard as we are told,
Twenty-five of them their life, did ſave,
the reſt were buried in a watery grave.
Nigh Plymouth harbour where they lay,
the wind did blow moſt diſmally,
By boiſterous ſeas the ſhips were drove,
by cruel fortune I loſt my love.
You widows and you fatherleſs,
come mourn with me in my diſtreſs,
Their mothers to their fathers cries,
we have loſt our ſons in the Ramilies.
FINIS.
