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He calls her a most faithless she,
And singing goes again to sea,
⟨A⟩ sailor's life’s the life for me!
He takes his duty merrilie
⟨If⟩ winds can whistle, he can sing,
⟨Still⟩ faithful to his friends and King,
He gets beloved by all his ship
And toasts his girl, and drinks his slip.
if i should get laughing at that.
In the days of my childhood I sported and play'd
among the young ⟨la⟩sses around,
⟨I⟩ was fond then of laughing, my grandmother said,
none merrier ever was found :
⟨To⟩ fill up the moment with joy and delight,
I scarcely new what to be at;
⟨For⟩ whatever was pleasing that came to my sight,
O I could not help laughing at that.
⟨Still⟩ the humour prevails, tho' maturer I‘m grown,
I'm happy to smile time away,
And the frolicks of fancy I did call my own,
And I pleasently spin out the day ;
Let the dull of the splenetic censure or chide,
at my innocent freedom and chat,
O I'd tire to hear their nonsensical pride,
for I cannot help laughing at that.
Young Colin declares for a husband I'm fit,
so he courts me from morning to night,
He talkes of the Parson the Church, and the Ring;
in praise too of conjugal chat;
On the charms of my parson displays all his wit;
and I own that it gives me delight,
