Duke of Gordon's daughters (1815-1825)/The honest sailor

THE HONEST SAILOR.

That girl who fain would chuse a mate,
⁠should ne'er in fondness fail her:
May thank her happy stars if fare,
⁠shou'd splice her to a sailor.

He braves the storm, the battle's heat,
⁠the yellow boys to nail her,
Diamonds, if diamonds she could eat,
⁠wou'd seek her honest sailor.

If she be true, sure of his heart,
⁠she never need bewail her
For though a thousand leagues apart,
⁠still constant is her sailor.

Tho' she be false. still he is kind,
⁠and comes with smiles to hail her;
He trusting as he trusts the wind,
⁠stilll faithless to her sailor.

A butcher can procure her prog;
⁠three threads to drink a taylor,
What's that to biscuit and to grog,
⁠procur'd her by her sailor.

She would such a mate refuse,
⁠the devil sure must ail her.
Search round and if you're wise,
⁠to wed an honest sailor,