I wish I was over the water again! ‘ Tis a pity we cannot agree; When I try to be merry‘ tis labour in vain, You always are scolding at me;
Then what shall I do With this termagant Sue; Tho’ I hug her and squeeze her I never can please her —
Was there ever a devil like you! If I was a maid as I now am a wife With a sot and a brat to maintain, I think it should be the first care of my life,
To shun such a drunkard again: Not one of the crew Is so hated by Sue; Though they always are bawling,
And pulling and hauling — Not one is a puppy like you. Dear Susan, I'm sorry that you should complain: There is nothing indeed to be done;
If a war should break out, not a sailor in Spain Would sooner be found at his gun: Arriving from sea I would kneel on one knee,
And the plunder presenting To Susan relenting — Who then would be honour'd like me! To-day as I came by the sign of the ship,
A mighty fine captain was there, He was asking for sailors to take a small trip, But I cannot remember well where: He was hearty and free,
And if you can agree To leave me, dear honey, To bring me some money!— How happy — indeed — I shall be!
The man that you saw not a sailor can get, ‘ Tis a captain Columbus, they say; To fit out a ship he is running in debt, And our wages he never will pay:
Yes, yes, it is he, And, Sue, do ye see, On a wild undertaking His heart he is breaking —
The devil may take him for me!
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