Part 2 — No 54 PLYMOUTH SOUND

1 O the fair town of Plymouth is by the sea-side, The Sound is so blue, and so still and so wide, Encircled with hills and with forests all green, As a crown of fresh leaves on the head of a queen, O dear Plymouth town, and O blue Plymouth Sound! O where is your equal on Earth to be found. 2 O the maidens of Plymouth are comely and sweet, So mirthful of eye and so nimble of feet, I love all the lasses of Plymouth so well, That the which I love best not a prophet can tell. O dear Plymouth town, &c. 3 O the bells of old Plymouth float over the bay, My heart it does melt, as I'm sailing away. O be they a ringing when I do return, With thoughts matrimonial my bosom will burn. O dear Plymouth town, &c. 4 For the maidens of Plymouth my love is so hot, With a bushel of rings I would marry the lot. But as I can't marry them all, well-a-day! Perhaps it's as well that I'm sailing away. O dear Plymouth town, &c.