English poem
The Bonny Sailor
by Anonymous
My bonny sailor's won my mind, My heart is now with him at sea; I hope the summer's western breeze Will bring him safely back to me: I wish to hear what glorious toils, What dangers he has undergone, What forts he's storm'd, how great the spoils, From France and Spain my sailor's won.
A thousand terrors chill'd my breast, When fancy brought the foe in view, And day and night I've had no rest, Lest ev'ry gale a tempest blew; Bring, gentle gales, my sailor home; His ship at anchor may I see; Three years are sure enough to roam, Too long for one that loves like me.
His face by sultry climes is wan, His eyes by watching shines less bright; But still I'll own my charming man, And run to meet him when in sight: His honest heart is what I prize, No weather can make that look old: Tho' alter'd were his face and eyes, I'll love my jolly sailor bold.