THE SAILOR’S COURTSHIP.
It happened on a morning clear,
as down the quay I walked
I chanced to meet a maiden fair,
who with her father talked.
Said he, your love is come on shore,
The only man you do adore,
Your folly now you must giver o'er,
Dont wed that tarry sailor.
O father dear do not us part,
Or try to seperate us.
For if you do ’twill break my heart,
great grief it will create us;
His love to me is most secure,
And mine to him shall firm endure.
Betide me life or death, I’m sure
I'll wed no other sailor.
Up comes young Jack as brisk's a bee,
and saying my dearest Nancy,
Now I am safe returned to thee
my heart's delight and fancy;
I've been where stormy winds do blow,
And often fac’d the deadly foe,
Say, will you have me, yea nor no,
