Part 2 — No 87 THE RAMBLING SAILOR

1 I toss my cap up into the air, And away whil'st all are sleeping, The host may swear, and the hostess stare, And the pretty maids be weeping: There is never a place that I do grace, Which a second time shall see my face; For I travel the world from place to place, And still am a Rambling Sailor. 2 O when I come to London town, Or enter any city, I settle down at the Bell or Crown, And court each lass that's pretty. And I say, "My dear, be of good cheer, I'll never depart, you need not fear!" But I traveled the country far and near And still am a Rambling Sailor. 3 And if that you would know my name, I've any that you fancy, 'Tis never the same, as I change my flame, From Bet, to Joan, or Nancy. I court maids all, marry none at all, My heart is round, and rolls as a ball, And I travel the land from Spring to Fall, And still am a Rambling Sailor.