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BLACK EY'D SUSAN.
PART I.
ALL in the Down the fleet was moor'd,
The streamers waving in the wind,
When Black ey'd Susan came on board,
Oh where shall I vow true love find?
Tell me ye jovial sailors, tell me true,
If my sweet William, if my sweet William, ⟨sails⟩
among the crew?
William aloft upon the yard,
Recked with the billows to and fro!
Soon at her well known voice he heard,
He sigh'd and cast his eyes below,
The cords ⟨slipt⟩ quickly through his ⟨glowing hands⟩
And quick as lighting, and quick as light'ning
on the deck he stands.
So the sweet lark poised in the air,
Shuts close his opinions to his brest,
If chance his mate's shrill voice he hear,
And drops at once into her nest,
Each noble captain in the British fleet,
Might envy Wiliam's, might envy William's
with kisses sweet
Oh! Susan Susan lovely dear,
My vows shall ever true remain,
Let me kiss off that falling tear,
We only part to meet again,
Change as ye list winds my heart shall be,
The faithful compass, the faithful compass,
still points to thee.
