The Melodist/The Sailor's Love-Letter
The Sailor’s Love-Letter.
Dearest Poll, since I left you to plough the wide main,
I’ve of dangers and toils had my share;
But amid these disasters I steadfast remain,
So sweet girl rest assur'd of my care:
For tho’ blown by the wild winds over the sea,
No tempest shall blow my affections from thee.
I’ve of dangers and toils had my share;
But amid these disasters I steadfast remain,
So sweet girl rest assur'd of my care:
For tho’ blown by the wild winds over the sea,
No tempest shall blow my affections from thee.
In the hot rage of battle I've oft’ dar’d the foe,
The strength of my valour to prove;
And the scars of renown I bear with me, I know,
Will endear me the more to your love:
While in search pf new conquests I plough the rough sea,
Yet ne’er shall they blow my affection from thee.
The strength of my valour to prove;
And the scars of renown I bear with me, I know,
Will endear me the more to your love:
While in search pf new conquests I plough the rough sea,
Yet ne’er shall they blow my affection from thee.
I will fight in the cause of Britannia, till Peace
Yield me back to my dear girl again;
And your praise will the laurels of glory increase
When I tell our exploits, on the main:
Then repaid are the perils I meet with at sea,
In the joys of returning, sweet Polly, to thee.
Yield me back to my dear girl again;
And your praise will the laurels of glory increase
When I tell our exploits, on the main:
Then repaid are the perils I meet with at sea,
In the joys of returning, sweet Polly, to thee.
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