A Sea Song

On board the good ship Molly I sail'd from Portsmouth sound, And left behind my Polly To trace the world around. To fear I am no stranger, But jovial, bold and free; And for to brave all danger Resolv'd to go to sea.

And now on board so cheerly I drink my flip and grog; My messmates love me dearly, And call me jolly dog. To reef, or luff, or mount the shrouds So merrily am I, Or on the main-top face the clouds, Drunk, sober, wet or dry.

To America then, with pleasure, I bid a long farewel, In hopes to gain some treasure, And poverty repel. But if on board the Molly A fatal cannon ball Should rob me of my Polly, Why then adieu to all.