All
in the Downs the fleet was moor’d,
The streamers waving in the windd, When
black-eyed Susan came aboard; “O! where shall I my true-love find? Tell
me, ye jovial sailors, tell me true If
my sweet William sails among the crew.” William,
who high upon the yard Rock’d with the billow to and fro, Soon
as her well-known voice he heard He sigh’d, and cast his eyes below: The
cord slides swiftly through his glowing hands, And
quick as lighting on the deck he stands. So
the sweet lark, high poised in air, Shuts close his pinions to his breast If
chance his mate’s shrill call he hear, And drops at once into her nest:— The
noblest captain in the British fleet Might
envy William’s lip those kisses sweet. “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: They’ll
tell thee, sailors, when away, In every port a mistress find: Yes,
yes, believe them when they tell thee so, For
thou art present wheresoe’er I go. “If
to far 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 Wakes
in my soul some charm of lovely Sue. “Though
battle call me from thy arms Let not my pretty
Susan mourn; Though
cannons roar, yet safe from harms William shall to his
Dear return. Love
turns aside the balls that round me fly, Lest
precious tears should drop from Susan’s eye.” The
boatswain gave the dreadful word, The sails their swelling bosom spread; No
longer must she stay aboard; They kiss’d, she sigh’d, he hung his head. Her
lessening boat unwilling rows to land; “Adieu!” she cries; and waved her lily hand. |
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