Sailor lads has gold and silver, Fisher lads has nought but brass, Our noble Captain's gone to London, How can I be blythe and merry, When my love, he was in Terry, Oh! I wish the press was over, Here has been so much disturbance, Oh! my bonny, etc. My love, he's a bonny laddie, Some delight in jol farmers, Oh, I wish the war was over, If the wars they were all over, Come you by the Buoy and Nore, Saw you of my love sailing, Oh, saw you him coming home to me. Well I love my sailor laddie, And SONG TO MARY THE topsails shiver in the wind, Should landsmen flatter when we're sailed, O doubt their artful tales; No gallant sailor ever failed, Thou art the compass of my soul Which steers my heart from pole to pole. Sirens in every port we meet, More fell than rocks and waves; These are our cares; but, if you're kind, CAPTAIN THOMSON THE NORTH COUNTRY COLLIER At the head of Wear Water, about twelve at noon, You may know a jolly collier as he walks on the street, His clothing is so handsome, and so neat are his feet, With teeth as white as ivory, and his eyes as black as sloes, You may know a jolly collier wherever he goes. You may know a jolly collier: he's a swaggering young blade, When he goes a-courting of his buxom fair maid, With his lips he so flatters her, and he spends his money free, You may know a jolly collier wheresoever that he be. You may know a jolly collier as he sails the salt sea; I'll build my jolly collier a castle on a hill, Where neither Duke nor Squire can work me any ill, For the Queen can but enjoy the King, and I can do the same, And I am but a sheep-girl, and who can me blame? THE BOLD PRIVATEER O, FARE you well, my Polly dear, since you and I must part, In crossing of the seas, my love, I'll pledge to you my heart; For our ship she lies waiting, so fare you well, my dear, For I just now am going aboard of a bold privateer. She said, "My dearest Jemmy, I hope you will forbear, And do not leave your Polly in grief and in despair; You'd better stay at home with the girl you love so dear, Than venture on the seas your life in a bold privateer. You know, my dearest Polly, your friends they do me slight; Besides, you have two brothers would take away my life; And from them I must wander, myself to get me clear, So I am just now going aboard of a bold privateer. And when the wars are over, if God does spare our lives, We will return safe back again to our sweethearts and our wives, And then I will get married to my charming Polly, dear, And forever bid adieu to the bold privateer. TOM BOWLING HERE, a sheer hulk, lies poor Tom Bowling, No more he'll hear the tempest howling, Tom never from his word departed, His friends were many and true-hearted, But mirth is turned to melancholy, Yet shall poor Tom find pleasant weather, Shall give, to call life's crew together, The word to pipe all hands. Thus Death, who kings and tars despatches, In vain Tom's life has doff'd, For, though his body's under hatches, His soul has gone aloft. CHARLES DIBDIN |