The Rambling Sailor

About

Well, I am a sailor brisk and bold
A long time i've travelled on the ocean
I've fought for me king and me country too
For honour and promotion
But noe me fellow shipmates, i'll bid you all adieu
No more will i rove the sea with you
But i'll wander the country through and through
And i'll be a rambling sailor

Now as I walked out one fine day
Down by the London River
A handsome young girl i chanced to spy
So we cruised along tergither
Her ruby cheeks they were like the roses red
She'd a feathery bonnet stuck all on her head
I put the hard word on her but she said she was a mind
The pretty little trim-rigged doxy!

Now I can't and I shan't and I won't go with you
You sancy rambling sailor
Why my parents would never agree
And anyway i'm promised to a tailor
But I was hot-shot eager to trifle with her charms
A guinea, says I, for a roll all in your arms
The deal it was stuck, and up to bed we went
Meself and the trim-rigged doxy

It was haul on the bowlin and the the stays'ls fall
And yardarm to yardarm bobbin
Oh, me shot locker empty, asleep I falls
And soon she turned to robbin'
She rob-bed me pockets of everything I had
And she took a gold watch from underneath me head
She even took me sea-boots from the end of the bed
The saucy little trim-rigged doxy

And when I awoke and found that she was gone
I started to roar like thunder
Oh, me gold watch, aye, and me money too
She'd bore them away for plunder
But it ain't for me watch, nor for me money too
For them I don't value; for I tell you true
I fear her little fire-bucket burned me bobstay through
The saucy little trim-rigged doxy


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