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What makes my dear Polly to sigh & complain,
Did you think, love, I ne'er should return again,
Now to the church let us with speed repair,
So never mind your father my dearest dear.
My father is worth five thousand a year,
And I am his daughter, and his only heir,
Not a penny of portion he'll give me I fear,
If I marry with you, O my dearest dear.
They went to church & were marry'd straightway,
And home to her father the very next day,
Saying, Honoured father, I tell unto thee,
That marry'd we two are, you plainly may see.
With that, the old man began for to swear,
You have marry'd my daughter, and my only care,
But since that you're marry'd, I've got a new son,
You are welcome, I freely forgive what is done.
You young men and maids of every degree,
Wed the man you love, if you think he loves thee,
For my father's well pleas'd with his goodson & heir,
And settl'd upon him one thousand a year.
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JACK TAR'S RETURN.
ONE night at ten o'clock as I a reading sat
letters of old I receiv'd from my dear,
Somebody at the door like a Jack Tar did roar,
which drove my senses I cannot tell where.
I rose at the shock, I the door did unlock,
such a fine light fare my eyes did behold,
Trowsers as white as snow, buckles down to the toe,
with a flashy curl'd gee, his hat lac'd with gold.
