TILL THE TIDE CAME IN.
Reading edition
While strolling down sweet Sandgate-street, A man o' war's blade I chanc'd to meet; To the sign of the Ship I haul'd him in, To drink a good glass till the tide came in. Till the tide came in, &c. I took in tow young Squinting Meg, Who well in the dance could shake her leg; My friend haul'd Oyster Mally in, And we jigg'd them about till the tide came in. Till the tide came in, &c. We bows'd away till the break of day, Then ask'd what shot we had to pay? You've drank, said the host, nine pints of gin; So we paid him his due—now the tide was in. Now the tide was in, &c.