Musical garland/Black eyed Susan

Black eyed Susan.

All in the Downs the fleet was moor'd,
The streamers waving in the wind;
When Black eyed Susan came on board,
O where shall I my true love find?
Tell me ye joval sailors tell me true,
If my sweet William sails among your crcw.

William’ who high upon the yard,
Rock'd with the billows to and fro,
Soon as her well known voice he heard,
He sigh'd and cast his eyes below:
The cord glides swiftly thro' his glowing hands,
And quick as lightning on the deck he stands.

So the sweet lark high pois'd in air,
Shuts close his pinions to his breast,
If chance his mate's shrill cry he hear,
And drops into her nest:
The noblest captain in the British fleet,
Might envy William's lips, those kisses sweet.

O Susan, Susan lovely dear,
My vows shall ever true remain;
Let me kiss off that fallen tear,
We only part to meet again:
Change as you list, ye winds my heart shall be
The faithful compass that still points to thee.

Believe not what the landmen say,
Who tempt with doubts thy constant mind;
They'll tell thee, sailors when away,
In every port a mistress find;
Yes, yes, believe them, when they tell thee so,
For thou art present wheresoe'er I go.

If to fair India's coast we sail,
Thy eyes are seen in diamonds bright;
Thy breath in Africa‘s spicy gale;
Thy skin is ivory so white;
Thus every beauteous object that I view,
Wakes in my soul some charms of lovely Sue.

Tho‘ battle calls me from thy arms,
Let not pretty Susan mourn;
Tho‘ cannons roar, yet safe from harm,
William shall to his dear return,
Love turns aside the balls that round me fly,
Lest precious tears should fall from Susan's eye.

The boatswain gave the dreadful word,
The sails their swelling bosom spread,
No longer must she stay on board,
They kiss'd she sigh'd, he hung his head;
Her less'ning boat unwilling rows to land,
Adieu she cries, and wav'd her lily hand.