Now this boy he wore gold and silveer bright,

This boy he wore gold and silveer bright,

This boy he wore gold and silveer bright,

And he had the captain's daughter for to be his heart'

delight.

Chorus.

SAILOR BOY.

Y love he am a sailure boy,
So gelorious and so bo-e-old;
He's as tall as a flag-staff,

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Only nineteen years old.
For to cruise the wide ocean,

He left his own dear-e-ere;
And my heart it am a bustin',
Because he isn't here.

Chorus. - For his spirit it was tremendous,
And fierce to beho-e-old

In a young man bred a sailure boy,
Only nineteen years old.

My heart it am a bustuing
With grief and repi-u-ine,
For fear that fine-form-ed man
Will never be mine;

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THERE WERE THREE SAILORS."

All the wealth in the mint here,

Both silver and go-e-old,

Would I give for my young sailure boy,
Only nineteen years old.

If that 'ere young man

Ne'er my husband can be-we-e,

But lie a stiff corpus

In the bottom of the sea,

The weeds of a widier,

So fearful to beho-e-old,

Will I wear for my young sailure boy,
Only nineteen years old.

"THERE WERE THREE SAILORS."

HERE were three sailors in Bristol city, Who took a boat and went to sea; And first with beef and captain's biscuit And pickled pork they loaded she. There was guzzling Jack, and gorging Jimmy, And the youngest, he was little Billie. Now very soon they were so greedy, They did'nt leave not one split pea. Says guzzling Jack to gorging Jimmy, I'm extremely hungarie.

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THERE WERE THREE SAILORS."

Says gorging Jim to guzzling Jacky,

"We have no provisions, so we must eat we." Says guzzling Jack to gorging Jamie,

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"O gorging Jim, what a fool ye be!
There's little Bill, he's young and tender,

We're old and tough, so let's eat he."
"Oh! Bill, we're going for to kill and eat ye,

So undo the collar of your chimie."
When Bill received this infumation,

He used his pocket-hankerchie.
"Oh! let me say my catechism

As my poor mammy taught to me."
"Make haste, make haste," says guzzling Jackie,
While Jim pulled out his snick-ar-snee.
So Bill went up to the main-top-gallant-mast,
And down he fell on his bended knee;
He scarce had come to the twelfth commandment,
When up he jumps, "There's land I see!
There's 'Jerusalem' and 'Madagascar'

And North and South Amerikee,

There's the British fleet a-riding at anchor,
And Admiral Nelson, K. C. B."

And when they came to the Admiral's vessel,
He hanged fat Jack and flogged Jimmie;
And as for little Bill, he made him

The cap'n of a "seventy-three."

BOTANY BAY.

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BOTANY BAY.

F all my daddy's family, I likes myself the best, And if my daddy provide for me, the Devil may take the rest;

A pocket full of wheat, another full of rye, A bottle of good whiskey, boys, to drink when we get dry. Chorus. And a-cruising we will go, a-cruising we

will go;

Cheer up, my hearty laddies, for we're all to

go, you know.

We went on a drunk, and then we shipped on a slaving bark so free;

To buy fat niggers we were bound, from the King of Dahomey ;

But a cruiser blew our ship to hell on the coast of

Africa,

And we went home in iri-ons, and were sentenced to Botany Bay.

Chorus. And a-cruising we will go, &c.

One night in came the Jail-i-er, about ten o'clock,

The keys within his hand, our cells for to unlock;

Says he, "My boys, get ready; you're all to go, they say; You'll sail and steer for seven long year, and you're bound for Botany Bay."

Chorus. And a-cruising we will go, &c.

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WILLIAM TAYLOR.

Then in comes my true-ue love, ten guin-i-eas in her

hand;

Says she, "Take this, my Johnny dear, I've got you all

I can;

And may the heavens protect you, for ever and a day; We'll catch and hang the jurymen that sent you to Botany Bay."

We jumped into a carri-age, with each a heavy heart,
As from the city of London so soon we were to part;
And, as we rode along the street, we heard some ladies

say,

"There go some damned nice fellers, and they're bound for Botany Bay."

Chorus. And a-cruising we will go, a-cruising we

will go;

Cheer up, my hearty laddies, for we're all to go, you know.

THE MOURNFUL AND PIRATICAL BALLAD OF WILLIAM TAYLOR.

ILLIAM TAYLOR, youthful lover,

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Full of life and full of air,

When to his mind he did discover

That he loved a maiden fair.

Chorus. ― Ri fol dol fol de deddle dol de day.