Song X. the Sailor Boy Capering Ashore

Poll dang' it how d'ye do, Nan won't you g'us a buss; Why what's to do wi you, Why here's a pretty suss; Say, shall we kiss and toy, Oh! I'm the sailor's boy, For capering a shore.

Father he apprentic'd me, All to a coasting ship, I b'ing resolv'd d'ye see, To give'em all the slip, I got to Yarmouth fair, Where I had been before, So father found me there, A capering a shore.

Next out to India, I went a Guinea pig, We got to Table Bay, But mind a pretty rig, The ship driven out to sea, Left me and many more, Among the Hottenpots, A capering a shore.

I love's a bit of hop, Life's ne'er the worser for't, If in my wake should drop, A fiddle "that's your sort," Thrice tumble up a hoy, Once get the labour o'er, Then see the sailor boy, A capering a shore.