William, who high upon the yard He sigh'd, and cast his eyes below: The cord slides swiftly through his glowing hands, And quick as lightning on the deck he stands. So the sweet lark, high poised in air, Shuts close his pinions to his breast~~~ 'O Susan, Susan, lovely dear, My vows shall ever true remain ; Let me kiss off that falling tear; We only part to meet again. Change as ye list, ye winds; my heart shall be The faithful compass that still points to thee. 'Believe not what the landmen say Who tempt with doubts thy constant mind : Yes, yes, believe them when they tell thee so, 'If to fair India's coast we sail, Thy eyes are seen in diamonds bright, Thy breath is Afric's spicy gale, Thy skin is ivory so white. Thus every beauteous object that I view 'Though battle call me from thy arms Love turns aside the balls that round me fly, The boatswain gave the dreadful word, The sails their swelling bosom spread; They kiss'd, she sigh'd, he hung his head. CXXXI SALLY IN OUR ALLEY F all the girls that are so smart She is the darling of my heart, Her father he makes cabbage-nets Her mother she sells laces long To such as please to buy 'em : She is the darling of my heart, And she lives in our alley. 150 When she is by, I leave my work, Of all the days that 's in the week For then I'm drest all in my best To walk abroad with Sally; My master carries me to church, When Christmas comes about again, I'll give it to my honey: I would it were ten thousand pound, She is the darling of my heart, And she lives in our alley. My master and the neighbours all But when my seven long years are out O then we 'll wed, and then we 'll bed, H. Carey G CXXXII A FAREWELL O fetch to me a pint o' wine, And fill it in a silver tassie; That I may drink before I go A service to my bonnie lassie; The boat rocks at the pier of Leith, Fu' loud the wind blaws frae the Ferry, The ship rides by the Berwick-law, The trumpets sound, the banners fly, The battle closes thick and bloody; It's leaving thee, my bonnie Mary. CXXXIII F doughty deeds my lady please IF Right soon I'll mount my steed; And strong his arm, and fast his seat That bears frae me the meed. I'll wear thy colours in my cap, And he that bends not to thine eye Shall rue it to his smart! Then tell me how to woo thee, Love; For thy dear sake, nae care I'll take If gay attire delight thine eye I'll tend thy chamber door all night, But if fond love thy heart can gain, Nae maiden lays her skaith to me, I never loved but you. For you alone I ride the ring, For you I wear the blue; For you alone I strive to sing, O tell me how to woo ! Then tell me how to woo thee, Love; O tell me how to woo thee! |