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SAILOR JACK.
Last Monday-morning there sailed from Cork
A Ship call’d the Montague,
There’s one on board I dearly love;
And I hope that he’ll prove true:
Kind Heaven send him safely back,
My life, my joy, my Sailor Jack.
Fal-lal, lal-lal, lal.
A Ship call’d the Montague,
There’s one on board I dearly love;
And I hope that he’ll prove true:
Kind Heaven send him safely back,
My life, my joy, my Sailor Jack.
Fal-lal, lal-lal, lal.
The first time he came to see me,
He was drest in rich array!
He was drest all in hit rich brocades,
With other garments gay:
Deceive me not because I’m young,
You’ve got a false and flatt’ring tongue.
Fal-lal, &c.
He was drest in rich array!
He was drest all in hit rich brocades,
With other garments gay:
Deceive me not because I’m young,
You’ve got a false and flatt’ring tongue.
Fal-lal, &c.
The second time he came to court me,
He was drest in Sailor’s array;
Ha was drest all in his speckled shirt,
With other garments gay;
So sweet he sat and sung by me,
With his good humour, frank and free.
Fal-lal, &c.
He was drest in Sailor’s array;
Ha was drest all in his speckled shirt,
With other garments gay;
So sweet he sat and sung by me,
With his good humour, frank and free.
Fal-lal, &c.
If I on hoard with you should go,
Don’t be angry with me, my dear;
Your cabin I will closely keep,
No man will I come near:
Don’t be angry with me, my dear;
Your cabin I will closely keep,
No man will I come near:
