Welcome Charlie o'er the main/The Sailor Boy

THE SAILOR BOY.

To Davy Jones old dad was gone,
⁠And mother likewise dead,
When little I was left alone,
⁠To labour for my bread.
No matter, I ne'er pip'd my eye.
⁠Thof care attach'd me sore,
But soon become a sailor boy,
⁠And left all care on shore.

All danger did I smiling scorn,
⁠And swiggʻd the flowing can,
And prov'd myself from stem to stern,
⁠A sailor and a man.
To Indies, east and west, I sail'd,
⁠The line I cross'd o'er and oʻer,
Ere on my native beach I hail‘d,
⁠My Pretty Poll on shore.

We jiggʻd it at a merry dance,
⁠And both dislik'd to part,
My timbers stout may start by chance,
⁠But English oak my heart.
Then let but fortune cheerly smile,
⁠And hand me gold galore,
Why, all the sum of all my toil,
⁠Is pretty Poll on shore.