O Let My Harbour Be Your Arms Pretty Polly

From North to South, from East to West, I have plough'd the ocean wide, With fearful danger oft opprest, By warring winds and tide The billows roll'd, the ship was toss'd, My heart was sunk, my hopes were lost; But now return'd and free from harms, O let my harbour be your arms, My pretty, pretty Polly.

When whizzing balls around me flew, My heart would sink thro' fear, But rous'd by one blest thought of you, My life became more dear: Boldly I fought my country's foe, And laurels crown'd thy Harry's brow, I dar'd all dangers, scorn'd alarms, In hopes to harbour in your arms, My pretty, pretty Polly.

For you I toil'd, for you I fought, My thoughts were still on you, The life I sav'd the wealth I sought, Had still your bliss in view: With store of gold, to make you gay, I'm now safe moor'd in beauty's bay, Secure from storms and rude alarms, My harbour now shall be your arms, My pretty, pretty Polly.