C'ETAIT UNE FREGATE.
A frigate went a-sailing,
Mon joli cœur de rose,
Far o'er the seas away,
Joli cœur d'un rosier.
A gentle maid was weeping
Beside the smiling bay.
"Ah, tell me, Sweet, what sorrow
Bedims your eyes to-day?"
"Ah, Sir, I've lost my ring of gold
Deep 'neath the waters grey."
"And if I find it, gentle maid,
What will you give, I pray?"
"Alas, kind Sir, I'm poor, and nought
Have I to give away;
