English poem
The Bonny Sailor
by Anonymous
Blow chearfully ye winds, till my Henry return, Waves, bear him once more to my arms; Hope's soft soothing promise forbids me to mourn, Tho' his danger my bosom alarms. O! my bonny, bonny sailor!
Gay so'diers, dull 'squires, and sportsmen pursue, But I scorn all their offers of love! My heart is at sea, my dear Henry with you, And our vows are recorded above O! my bonny, bonny sailor!
May the foes of our Freedom in haste be subdu'd, Then my sailor in safety will roam; The laurel is gain'd that his valour pursu'd, And Cupid shall pilot him home. O! my bonny, bonny sailor!