Maidens’ Voyage
Sometimes [on] Neptunes bosome
Our ship is tost with waves
And every minite we expect,
The sea must be our graves
Sometimes on high she mounteth,
Then falls againe as low:
with waves:
with waves:
When stormie winds do blow.
Then with unfained prayers,
As Christian duty bindes,
Wee turne unto the Lord of hosts,
With all our hearts and minds,
To him we flee for succour,
For he we surely know,
can save;
can save,
How ere the wind doth blow.
Martin Parker, ‘Saylors for my money./ A new Ditty
composed in the praise of Saylors and Sea affaires’,
London, printed for C. Wright, 1630?