Faithless Sally Brown
Thomas Hood

an old ballad

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Young Ben he was a nice young man,
      A carpenter by trade;
And he fell in love with Sally Brown,
      That was a lady's maid.

But as they fetched a walk one day,
      They met a press-gang crew;
And Sally did faint away,
      Whilst Ben he was brought to.

The Boatswain swore with wicked words,
      Enough to shock a saint,
That though she did seem in a fit,
      'Twas nothing but a feint.

“Come, girl,” said he, “hold up you head,
      He'll be as good as me;
For when your swain is in our boat,
      A boatswain he will be.”

So when they'd made their game of her,
      And taken off her elf,
She roused, and found she only was
      A coming to herself.

“And is he gone, and is he gone!”
      She cried, and wept outright:
“Then I will to the water side,
      And see him out of sight.”

A waterman came up to her,
      “Now, young woman,” said he,
“If you weep on so, you will make
      Eye-water in the sea.”

“Alas! they've taken my beau Ben
      To sail with old Benbow;”
And her woe began to run afresh,
      As if she'd said Gee woe!

Says he, “They've only taken him
      To the Tender ship, you see;
“To the Tender ship,” cried Sally Brown,
      "What a hard-ship that must be!

“Oh! would I were a mermaid now,
      For then I'd follow him;
But oh! I'm not a fish-woman,
      And so I cannot swim.

“Alas! I was not born beneath
      The Virgin and the Scales,
So I must curse my cruel stars,
      And walk about in Wales.”

Now Ben had sailed to many a place
      That's underneath the world;
But in two years the ship came home,
      And all her sails were furled.

But when he called on Sally Brown,
      To see how she went on,
He found she'd got another Ben,
      Whose Christian name was John.

“O Sally Brown, O Sally Brown,
      How could you serve me so?
I've met with many a breeze before,
      But never such a blow.”

Then, reading on his 'bacco box,
      He heaved a bitter sigh,
And then began to eye his pipe,
      And then to pipe his eye.

And then he tried to sing “All's Well,”
      But could not though he tried:
His head was turned, and so he chewed
      His pigtail till he died.

His death which happened in his berth,
      At forty-odd befell:
They went and told the sexton, and
      The sexton toll'd the bell.

This work was published before January 1, 1929, and is in the public domain worldwide because the author died at least 100 years ago.

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