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THE SAILOR FROM DOVER.
There was a young Sailor from Dover he came.
He courted pretty Sally, pretty Sally, was her name:
But she being so lofty, and her portion being so high.
That she on a Sailor could scarce cast an eye.
O Sally, O Sally, O Sally, said
I am afraid that your false heart will my ruin be.
And unless that your hatred does turn into love,
I am afraid that your false heart will my ruin prove.
My hatred’s not to you nor to any other man;
But to say that I love you is more than I can
So keep your intention, and alter your discourse,
For I will never marry you unless that I be forc’d.
Seven weeks had not gone and past,
Till this fair maid grew sick at last,
And she could not tell for why,
And she sent for the Sailor whom she did deny.
O am I the young man that you want to see,
Or am I the doctor that you have sent for me,
O yes you’re the doctor you can kill or you can cure,
For the pain that I feel is hard to endure.
O where does your pain lie, does it lie in your head?
Or where does your pain lie, does it lie in your side,
O no, my dearest Billy, you are far from your mark,
For the pain that I feel, my love, lies hard at my heart.
O Sally, O Sally O Sally, says he,
Don’t you remember how once you slighted me?
How once you slighted me, my love, and treated me with scorn;
But now I will reward you for what you have done.
For what is gone and past, my love, forget and forgive,
And let me have some longer time here for to live,
O no, my dearest Sally, O no, while I have breath,
And I’ll dance on the ground, my love, while you
lie underneath.
She pulled rings from her finger, by one, two, and three,
Take these, my dearest Billy, in remembrance of me;
In remembrance of me, my love, and when I am dead and gone,
And perhaps you will be sorry for what you have
done.
Farewell to my father, my mother, and friends,
Likewise to the young man that would not make amends,
Moreover to the Sailor that would not pity me,
For ten thousand times over my folly I see.