The Scene Changed, or, Betty's ta'en the Gee/Chapter 2

Molly's Grief for the Loss of her Sailor.

NOW I am come to take my leave,
My dearest Molly pray do not grieve;
For I am going to the Spanish shore;
To leave my charmer, to leave my charmer,
⁠Whom I do adore.

⁠My dearest Johnny, hearken to me.
How many ships there's on the sea;
You're better sleeping in your lover's arms,
Free from all danger, free from all danger.
⁠And most dismal storms.

⁠No storms nor danger love will I fear,
I go to sea in a privateer;
And if it please Fate to spare my life.
When I return love, when I return love,
⁠I'll make you my wife.

⁠There's one thing more disturbs my mind,
Some other girl I'm afraid you'll find;
For when you're sail'd to the Spanish shore,
Then you may think, then you may think,
⁠On your Polly no more,

⁠Though thousands of fine girls I see,
None shall enjoy my love but thee:
O then says Polly, if you be so true,
I'll ne'er have one, I'll ne'er have one.
⁠My jewel but thee.

⁠Then this couple they did part.
Few knew the grief of true love's smart;

Then he took sipping, and away he went,
And left poor Polly, and left poor Polly
⁠In tears to lament.