Modern Beau/Jamie with his Trousers On

JAMIE with his TROUSERS ON.

MAGGY are you going to marry?
Yes, dear mother, that I am;
Tell me who is your lover;
Jamie with his trousers on.

Sparkling eyes, fine black eyes,
He ra ties to me like a drum;
Play to me the new found jig;
play Jamie with his trousers on,

I looked east, I looked west,
I look'd so far as I saw sun;
The bonniest lad that e’er I saw,
was Jamie and his trousers on.

Sweep the house, put on the fire,
suiters they are going to come:
I'll have a dance with the dusty miller.
Jamie with his trousers on. Sparkling, &c.

Sailor lads get gold and silver,
fisher lads get nought but brass,
Well love I the sailor laddies,
because I am a sailor's lass. With his, &c.

My Jamie bold won't be controul'd,
or who dare him put upon?
For Britain's right he’ll boldly fight,
My Jamie with his trousers on. &c.

For he's a stout and valiant Sailor;
now he's sailing on the main;
He will bring home gold and treasure,
now he’s fighting France and Spain. &c.

In hot battle where guns rattle,
he will boldly lead the van;
And will make the Monsieurs rattle,
and punish that perfidious band. &c

May guardian angels now attend him,
and keep him from his enemy;
And from all dangers still defend him,
and return him safe to me.

With his sparkling eyes, fine b'ack eyes,
he rattles to me like a drum,
Play to me that new found jig,
play Jamie with his trousers on.