Well harken all ye lasses in all your girlish glee, Never let a pirate’s hand an inch above your knee I trusted one once then he went back to sea And left me with a burden to bounce upon my knee
Singin’ the bell-bottomed trousers, coats of navy blue Let him climb the riggin’ like his Daddy used to do
I was a serving maid down on Drury Lane Me master he was kind to me, me mistress was the same When along came a sailor on shore at Liberty And oh to me woe, he took liberties with me
T’was at the ball I met him, he asked me for a dance I knew he was a sailor by the way he wore his pants His shoes were brightly polished, and his hair was neatly combed And when the ball was over he asked to see me home
He asked me for a handkerchief to tie around his head He asked me for a candlestick to light his way to bed And I a foolish maiden a-thinkin’ it no harm I jumped right in that sailor’s bed to keep that sailor warm
Well I knew he was no Samson, for that night he went to town He laid me on my back until my blue eyes turned to brown And earl-eye the next mornin’, a-fore the break of day A five-pound note he gave to me with these warning words to say
And he said “Take this my darlin’ for the damage I have done For you may have a daughter, or you may have a son And if you have a daughter, bounce her on your knee But if you have a son, just send the bastard out to sea!”Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
