English poem
Dibdin's Museum, &c, SONG
by Anonymous
The sailor boldly ploughs the deep, And roams from shore to shore; And when the landsman's fast asleep, Hears stormy billows roar. set in the midst of dangers round, His thoughts to love are constant found.
When I remark'd the stars at night, Within my mind it came— My Jenny at that moment might. Perhaps, have done the same. Then home my thoughts would fly once more, And fancy former bliss restore.
When wounded in the battle's rage, And all was war and strife; She only did my thoughts engage, And make me wish for life. 'For if I'm kill'd," I oft did cry— 'I know my constant girl will die."