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Next morning right early he call'd his man John,And when that he into the parlour was come,He said I am bound for London and that speedily,Speak up art thou willing to go along with me.
Dear honoured Sir, the young man replied,The thing you require shall not be denied;But in your journey I attentive will be,Because that I'm willing that city to see.
Next morning to London they then did steer,And soon did arrive at the city we hear,Let innocent lovers be pleased to wait,The truth of this subject I soon shall relate.
Next morning the old man he early arose,And privately to a sea captain he goes,Saying, Sir, I am told you want lads for the sea,And I have got a lad will fit to a tee.
Here's thirty bright guineas I'll freely give thee,If you can contrive for to take him to sea,That he never more to Old England may come,A match said the captain, the same shall be done.
A press-gang immediately up to him went,And having secur'd him on board he was sent,In tears to lament on the salt roaring main,Never expecting more to see his love again.
That day after dinner it happened so,That the captain's lady on board she would go,And walking the deck her fair face for to fan,And casting her eyes down did see this young man.
Sit close in a corner, with eyes full of tears,His face pale as ashes, and heart full of fears,Which sight fill'd the lady with such discontent,That away to the captain that minute she went.
Saying, What youth is that love? prithee tell me,Because that he sitteth so melancholy;The captain straight call'd him, the young man he came With tears on his face, then he asked his name.
