Welcome Charlie o'er the main/The Sailor Boy

THE SAILOR BOY.

To Davy Jones old dad was gone,
And mother likewise dead,
When little I was left alone,
To labour for my bread.
No matter, I ne'er pip'd my eye.
Thof care attach'd me sore,
But soon become a sailor boy,
And left all care on shore.

All danger did I smiling scorn,
And swiggʻd the flowing can,
And prov'd myself from stem to stern,
A sailor and a man.
To Indies, east and west, I sail'd,
The line I cross'd o'er and oʻer,
Ere on my native beach I hail‘d,
My Pretty Poll on shore.

We jiggʻd it at a merry dance,
And both dislik'd to part,
My timbers stout may start by chance,
But English oak my heart.
Then let but fortune cheerly smile,
And hand me gold galore,
Why, all the sum of all my toil,
Is pretty Poll on shore.