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Jonathan Battishill
(1738 - 1801)
In vain you tell your parting lover
(A.T.B.)
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Pub. c.1775.
Lyrics: Matthew Prior
In vain you tell your parting lover,
You with fair winds may waft him over;
Alas, what winds can happy prove,
That bear me far from what I love!
Alas, what dangers on the main
Can equal those that I sustain
From slighted love and cold disdain?
Be gentle, and in pity choose
To wish the wildest tempest loose;
That thrown again upon the coast,
Where first my shipwrecked heart was lost,
I may once more repeat my pain,
Once more in dying notes complain
Of slighted vows and cold disdain.
In vain you tell your parting lover,
You with fair winds may waft him over;
Alas, what winds can happy prove,
That bear me far from what I love!
Alas, what dangers on the main
Can equal those that I sustain
From slighted love and cold disdain?
Be gentle, and in pity choose
To wish the wildest tempest loose;
That thrown again upon the coast,
Where first my shipwrecked heart was lost,
I may once more repeat my pain,
Once more in dying notes complain
Of slighted vows and cold disdain.