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Short jacket and blue trousers,
This fair one she put on;
Just like some jolly seaman bold,
She'd gaily move along.
She bargained with one Captain Roth,
To work her passage free;
For to go and seek her own true-love,
'Twas on the raging sea.
One night she sat a-dozing,
She were going to her bed;
The captain hove a smile and said,
"I wish you were a maid.
Your cherry cheeks and ruby lips,
Have all enticed me;
I oft' times wish within my heart,
You were the maid for me."
"Come hold your tongue, dearest captain,
Your talk is all in vain;
For if our sailors would come to know,
They would make sport and game.
For when that we do reach the shore,
Some handsome girls we'll find;
For to rove along with those fair lads,
That always were inclined."
It's about a few days after,
We reached the Irish shore;
"Here's adieu, here's adieu, here's adieu, captain,
Here's adieu forevermore.
A sailor once I been on board,
A maid I reach the shore;
Here's adieu, here's adieu, here's adieu, captain,
Here's adieu forevermore."
"Come turn you back, you fair one,
Come turn you back to me;
A sailor once you been on board,
A lady you might be."
"A sailor once I been on board,
A maid I reach the shore;
Here's adieu, here's adieu, here's adieu, captain,
Here's adieu forevermore."
