Buxom Nan

The wind was hush'd, the storm was over, Unfurl'd was every flowing sail, From toil releas'd, when Dick of Dover Went with his mess-mates to regale. All dangers o'er, cry'd he, my neat hearts, Drown care then in the smiling can; Come, bear a hand, let's toast our sweethearts, And first I'll give my Buxom Nan.

She's none of they that's always gigging, And stem and stern made up of art; One knows a vessel by her rigging, Such ever slight a constant heart. With straw hat and pink streamers flowing, How oft to meet me has she ran, While for dear life would I be rowing, To meet with smiles, my Buxom Nan.

Jack Jollyboat went to the Indies; To see him stare when he came back; The girls were so all off the hinges, His Poll was quite unknown to Jack. Tant masted all to see who's tallest, Breast works, top ga'nt sails and a fan, Mess-mate, said I, more sail than ballast, Ah! still give me my Buxom Nan.

None on life's sea can sail more quicker, To shew her love or serve a friend, But hold, I'm preaching o'er my liquor. This one word then, and there's an end, Of all the wenches whatsomdever, I say, then find me out who can, One half so true, so kind, so clever, Sweet trim, and meat as Buxom Nan.