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When we were on the raging main,
Drinking good wine and beer,
At other times with a bowl of punch
our sailor’s hearts to cheer;
Yet none of these, so pleaseth me,
As when in Molly’s company.
Fal-lal, &c.
Drinking good wine and beer,
At other times with a bowl of punch
our sailor’s hearts to cheer;
Yet none of these, so pleaseth me,
As when in Molly’s company.
Fal-lal, &c.
When I go to the top-mast head,
For some strange sail to spy,
I set my face towards the shore,
And cast a watchful eye,
Hoping my dearest for to see,
Come rowing in a boat to me
Fal-lal,&c.
For some strange sail to spy,
I set my face towards the shore,
And cast a watchful eye,
Hoping my dearest for to see,
Come rowing in a boat to me
Fal-lal,&c.
May Neptune smooth the foaming seas,
Boreas a gale bestow,
That our hollow’d sails belly’d from the masts,
By a gentle breeze may blow,
To send us to our wish’d-for shore,
I’ll fly, to her arms whom I adore.
Fal-lal, fal-lal, fal-lal.
Boreas a gale bestow,
That our hollow’d sails belly’d from the masts,
By a gentle breeze may blow,
To send us to our wish’d-for shore,
I’ll fly, to her arms whom I adore.
Fal-lal, fal-lal, fal-lal.
SWEET JEAN OF TYRONE.
My father often told me
He ne’er would controul me,
But make a Draper, if I staid at home;
But I took a notion
Of a higher promotion,
To try other parts than the County Tyrone.
He ne’er would controul me,
But make a Draper, if I staid at home;
But I took a notion
Of a higher promotion,
To try other parts than the County Tyrone.
