Old Miser.
IT's of an old miſer in London did dwell,
He had an only daughter a ſailor lov'd well;
And when the old miſer was out of the way,
She'd always her ſailor by night and by day.
As ſoon as the miſer he heard of the news
Straightway to a captain he inſtantly goes,
Saying captain, O captain, good news I've to tell,
I've got a young ſailor as a tranſport to ſell.
As ſoon as the lady ſhe heard of the news,
Straightway to a captain ſhe inſtantly goes,
Saying captain, bold captain, bad news I've to tell,
You've got my young ſailor as a transport to ſell.
She out of her packets drew handfuls of gold
And on the main deck it immediately roll'd,
Saying captain, bold captain, all this I'll give you,
For my jolly young ſailor, my right & my due
O no, ſaid the captain, that never can be,
Your ſailor was ſold to me the other day,
I've ſent your love a ſailing right over the main
He'll ne'er come to England to court you again
O my cruel father he has ruined me,
He's ſent my love ſailing right over the ſea,
Whilſt full of deſpair all alone I remain,
He'll ne'er come to England to court me again
O my cruel parents, wherever they be,
I'm ſure in my heart they have quite ruin'd me.
I'll away to yon cottage, and lay myſelf down
And all the live long night for my ſailor I'll moan.
Swindells, Printer.
