Where I will make thee fans of boughs, A troop of dainty neighbouring girls To wait when thou shalt land, Although I did myself absent, But now thou mayst thyself repent For now thou art turn'd by wind and fate, And bid farewell to Shackley-hay. SECOND PART. Thus all in vain did he complain, And no remorse could find, Young Palmus, through his own disdain, And she is from him fled and gone; And bade farewell to Shackley-hay. Then from the happy sandy shore, His vessel, fraught with brinish tears, But all in vain, for why, he still With weeping eyes his boat did fill; And launcht his boat into the sea, And bad farewell to Shackley-hay Now farewell to my Sheldra fair, Come, Neptune, come, to thee I cry, But far from thence he had not gone, But when she to that place arriv'd She found the shore from him depriv'd, And her dear Palmus, now at sea, Had bad farewell to Shackley-hay. She then with bitter sighs complain'd, But now (alas) 't was all in vain, Who now laments that he is gone. O wretched Sheldra! then quoth she, Hath wrath caused to fall on thee; Serv'd to thy love's strange hateful lot, And thus to lie, and for him to cry Whom thou so fondly didst deny. Who once did truly love, I see, As doth too well appear by me Alas, I meant my scorn to prove, Now hapless me, now I do see, Thus all this while in roughest seas, In midst of this he her forswears, He rent his boat, and tore his hairs, Threw hope away, for he, alas! Could be no more drown'd than he was. E'en as his grief had swallow'd him, So strove the greedy waves About his boat and o'er the brim, Each lofty billow raves; There is no trust to swelling powers That what they may they still devour, But by the breach the seas might see Thus wreckt and scatter'd was their state, Through liquid paths to Thetis gate, $ Whom when the Nymphs beheld, the girls His case they pitied, but when they For very love, into the sea, Then Sheldra fair to Shackley went, Because young Palmus cast himself At Shackley-hay did fair Sheldra die, So as they liv'd, so did they die, And bad farewell to Shackley-hay. |