Molly's Grief for the Loss of her Sailor.
NOW I am come to take my leave,
My dearest Molly pray do not grieve;
For I am going to the Spanish shore;
To leave my charmer, to leave my charmer,
Whom I do adore.
My dearest Johnny, hearken to me.
How many ships there's on the sea;
You're better sleeping in your lover's arms,
Free from all danger, free from all danger.
And most dismal storms.
No storms nor danger love will I fear,
I go to sea in a privateer;
And if it please Fate to spare my life.
When I return love, when I return love,
I'll make you my wife.
There's one thing more disturbs my mind,
Some other girl I'm afraid you'll find;
For when you're sail'd to the Spanish shore,
Then you may think, then you may think,
On your Polly no more,
Though thousands of fine girls I see,
None shall enjoy my love but thee:
O then says Polly, if you be so true,
I'll ne'er have one, I'll ne'er have one.
My jewel but thee.
Then this couple they did part.
Few knew the grief of true love's smart;
