It's All Thro' A Hardy Sailor - song lyrics 
American Old-time song lyrics from www.traditionalmusic.co.uk 
IT'S ALL THRO' A HARDY SAILOR Copyright, 1894, by Frank Harding. Written and Composed by Arthur West. Arranged by John A. Stroniberg. 
Oh, listen to my tale of woe, and it's all through a hardy sailor: I'll ne'er be well again. I know, and it's all through a hardy sailor. He came to this town years ago, and vowed and swore he loved me so, But now I'm full of grief and woe, and it's all through a hardy sailor. He was a sailor bold with his Yo-heave-ho, To me the tale he told with his Yo-heave-ho; He's left me here to grieve, he's laughing up his sleeve, I never will believe again in Yo-heave-ho. 
There is no one in love with me, and it's all through a hardy sailor, For they've all heard the tale, you see, of me and the hardy sailor. There's many a girl like me, I know, who knows him well and his Yo-heave-ho; There's many a girl can't get a beau, and it's all through a hardy sailor. He was a sailor bold, etc. 
A green grass widow I shall be, and it's all through a hardy sailor, For nobody will speak to me, and it's all through a hardy sailor; He now is sailing on the seas, And all He's left me, if you please, Is the marriage lines and one of these, and it's all through a hardy sailor. He was a sailor bold, etc.