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The Distressed Sailors.
COME all jolly sailors bold that plough the raging main, And listen to my tragedy, whilst I relate the fame, I parted with my wedded wife, whom I did still adore, Unto the seas we was commanded, where lofty billows roar, To the East Indies we were bound, our course we then did steer. And all along I still thought on, my lovely Molly dear. Sometimes on deck, sometimes aloft, sometimes I am below, But Molly she's still in my eye, fond love commands me so, She's charming beautiful and fair, she’s all my souls delight, By my self alone I sigh and moan, whilst others sport and play, Where Molly she alone with me, it allwife would be day, My very heart’s lodg’d in her breast, which does increase my pain, Both night and day I do think still, we ne er shall meet again, When we our loading had receiv’d, and were to England bound, We little thought it was our fate, on the Scylla rocks to drown. (illegible text) the rocks of Scylla we were cast, by the tempest of the main, (illegible text) all our ships jolly crew,
