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37-—THE SAUCY SAILOR.
1 " Come, my own one, come, my fond one, Come, my dearest unto me, Will you wed with a poor sailor lad Who has just returned from sea?"
2 " O indeed ! I'll have no sailor,
For he's dirty, smells of tar; You are ragged, you are saucy, Get you gone, you Jacky Tar!"
3 "If I'm dirty, if I'm ragged,
If, may be, of tar I smell, Yet I've silver in my pocket. And a store of gold as well."
4 When she heard him thus address her,
Down upon her knees she fell, Saying, " Ragged, dirty sailors, I love more than words can tell."
5 "Do you take me to be foolish?
Do you think that I am mad? That I'd wed the like of you, miss, When there's others to be had?
6 "No! I'll cross the briny ocean,
No! my boat shall spread her wing; You refused me, ragged, dirty, Not for you the wedding ring." |
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