Tibby Fowler (1)/The jolly sailor

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THE JOLLY SALIOR.

A Lady born of birth and fame,
To Greenwich town for pleasure came.
Where she a sailor did behold,
Both tall aud trim, of courage bold.

⁠She view'd him with her lovely eyes,
Her heart was fill'd with great surprise,
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 supply,
Besides, Lady, there's one thing mote,
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 laid,
Many a Lady would be glad.

⁠Of such a brisk young man as you,
I'd have you bid the sea adieu
You are welcome, Lady then sa'd he,
Thus to joke and jest with me

⁠No, I am serious, Sir, she cry’d,
And a match for you I will provide
She has wit and beauty as you'll find,
I make no doubt she'll please your mind.

⁠She’s much like me in each degree,
I wish it were the same, quoth he,
You have your wish home take your love,
And I'll adore you by all above.

⁠Ten thousand pounds a year she had,
It's enough to quite the ocean wide:
She clothed him that very day,
And they we e married straightway.