No 38 THE SAILOR’S FAREWELL

1 Farewell! farewell, my Polly dear! A thousand times adieu! 'Tis sad to part; but never fear, Your sailor will be true. And must I go, and leave you so— While thund'ring billows roar? I am afraid, my own sweet maid, Your face I'll see no more. 2 The weavers and the tailors Are snoring fast asleep, While we poor 'jolly sailors' Are tossing on the deep: Are tossing on the deep, dear girl, In tempest rage and foam; When seas run high, and dark the sky, We think on those at home. 3 When Jack's ashore, safe home once more, We lead a merry life; With pipe and glass, and buxom lass, A sweetheart or a wife; We call for liquor merrily, We spend our money free, And when our money's spent and gone, Again we go to sea. 4 You'll not know where I am, dear girl, But when I'm on the sea, My secret thoughts I will unfurl In letters home to thee. The secrets, aye! of heart, I say, And best of my good will. My body may lay just where it may My heart is with you still.