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But If my wife should thee despise,
I'll surely leave her two black eyes;
If she loved me as I love thee,
What a loving couple we would be.
You're like a prisoner out of jail.
And from the tap you took leg bail,
But now I have you that's the peace,
My shirt I'll pawn to pay your fees.
Sometimes you make my frends my foes,
And sometimes make me pawn my clothes,
But now I have you near my nose,
Come up my dear, see, down he goes.
Chorus
Sing he'm bo, ho, ho, O,
He'm bo ,you are my darling;
He'm bo, oh, oh, O,
You're my dear both night and morning.
THE SAILOR'S RETURN.
A fair maid walking all in a garden,
a brisk young sailor she chanced to spy.
He slept up to her, thinking to have her,
said he fair maid can you fancy I?
You seem to me some man of honour,
some man of honour you seem to be.
