Here's the Pretty Girl I Love

Jack OAKHAM was a gallant tar, And doated on the lovely POLL, Whose charms were like the morning star, And radiant as the beams of Sol: To live and for each other true, They swore by ev'ry saint above, And Jack wherever sailing to, Gave here's the pretty girl I love.

It happened once they made a port, Where beauty held its magic reign; And each bold tar in am'rous sport, Forgot the perils of the main: Round went the glass and jest at whim, The song and toast at ev'ry move; But Jack whene'er they call'd on him, Gave, Here's the pretty girl I love.

Thus faithful Jack in ev'ry clime, True to his Poll, dwelt on her charms, And soon arriv'd the happy time, When each were look'd in t'other's arms: Safe now they'd made the nuptial coast, And Jack once more his worth to prove: (When ask'd by friendship for his toast,) Gave, Here's the pretty girl I love.