Faithless Sally Brown

But as they fetched a walk one day,

They met a press-gang crew;

And Sally she did faint away,

Whilst Ben he was brought to.

The boatswain swore with wicked words,

Enough to shock a saint,

That though she did seem in a fit,

'T was nothing but a feint.

"Come, girl," said he, "hold up your head,

He'll be as good as me;

For when your swain is in our boat,

A boatswain he will be."

So when they'd made their game of her,

And taken off her elf,

She roused, and found she only was

A coming to herself.

"And is he gone, and is he gone?"

She cried, and wept outright:

"Then I will to the water side,

And see him out of sight."

A waterman came up to her,—

"Now, young woman," said he,

"If you weep on so, you will make

Eye-water in the sea."

"Alas! they've taken my beau, Ben,

To sail with old Benbow;"

And her woe began to run afresh,

As if she'd said, Gee woe!

Says he, "They've only taken him

To the Tender-ship, you see;"

"The Tender-ship," cried Sally Brown,

"What a hard-ship that must be!

"O! would I were a mermaid now,

For then I'd follow him;

But, O!—I'm not a fish-woman,

And so I cannot swim.

"Alas! I was not born beneath

The virgin and the scales,

So I must curse my cruel stars,

And walk about in Wales."

Now Ben had sailed to many a place

That's underneath the world;

But in two years the ship came home.

And all her sails were furled.

But when he called on Sally Brown,

To see how she got on,

He found she 'd got another Ben,

Whose Christian name was John.

"O, Sally Brown, O, Sally Brown,

How could you serve me so?

I've met with many a breeze before,

But never such a blow!"

Then reading on his 'bacco-box,

He heaved a heavy sigh,

And then began to eye his pipe,

And then to pipe his eye.

And then he tried to sing "All's Well,"

But could not, though he tried;

His head was turned, and so he chewed

His pigtail till he died.

His death, which happened in his berth,

At forty-odd befell:

They went and told the sexton, and

The sexton tolled the bell.