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DIGBY Captain Digby's Farewell [Playhouse song, 1671, curiously the year before Digby died at sea.] I'le go to my love where he lies in the deep, And in my embraces my dearest shall sleep: When we awake, the kind dolphins together shall throng, And in chariots of shells draw us along. The orient pearls, which the ocean bestowes, With coral we'll mix, and a crown soe compose; The sea-nymphs shall sigh, and envy our bliss, We will teach them to love, and their cockles to kiss. For my love sleeps now in a wat'ry grave, He hath nothing to shew for his tombe but a wave: I'le kiss his cold lips, not the corall more red, That growes where he lies in his wat'ry bed. Ah! ah! my love's dead; there was not a bell, But a trition's shell, To ring, to ring out his knell. And here's a curiosity from BL MS Add'l. 30982, reversing the sexes: O my love sleeps now on her watery grave and hath nothing to show for a tomb but a wave He kiss her cold lipps then the corrall more red that grows where she lyes in her waterie bed ah ah ah my loves dead and not a bell, but a tritons shell to ring her knell Ile go to my love where she lies in the deep & in my imbraces my dearest shall sleep and when we awake the kind dolphins shall throng and in Charriots of shells they shall draw us along of the oriental'st pearl the ocean bestows mixt withe ye corrall a crown weel compose the sea nymphs shall sigh and shall envie our bliss and weel teach them to love and the cockles to kiss finnis Here's a slightly later version of the song of 'The mad woman in the Pilgrim', the basis of Laws K 17] @English @death filename[ DIGBY WBO OCT98 |
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