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THE JOLLY SAILOR; OR, THE LADY OF GREENWICH.
A Lady born of birth and fame,
To Greenwich town for pleaſure came,
Where ſhe a ſailor did behold,
Both tall and trim, of courage hold.
She view'd him with her lovely eyes,
Her heart was fill'd with great ſurprize,
For he was handſome, tall and trim,
This Lady fell in love with him.
Her chief care was to let him know,
How ſhe did love this Sailor ſo;
And as they met once on a day,
She to the Sailor thus did ſay,
I underſtand you have no wife,
What makes you lead a ſingle life?
The Sailor thus to her reply'd,
I for myſelf can ſcarce provide,
And if I had a family,
Their wants I could not well fupply;
Beſides, Lady, there's one thing more,
Was I to go where cannons roar,
And if any miſchance ſhould be,
There's no one left to mourn for me.
This is a ſad argument, ſhe ſaid,
Many a Lady would be glad,
