Charming Sue

The wand'ring tar, return'd from far, To view his native land, With gold in store, from Asia's shore, Soon sought his Susan's hand. My love, said he, come live with me, No more the busy crew My time employs; for all my joys Are center'd now in SUE.

Thy constant swain has plough'd the main, Thro' perils great has run; From dreadful wars behold his scars, And ne'er thy sailor shun. From danger free, no more the sea Shall part our hearts so true: For now thy love his truth shall prove, And live with charming SUE.

Now Hymen's bands shall splice our hands, And knot our hearts in one; No more the gale shall bend my sail, For thee my reck'nings run. Come then, my dear, no storms we'll fear, Thy compass has prov'd true; And while I live, my heart I'll give, To constant charming SUE.