THE SAILOR's MEDLEY, SONG

Come, sill me a bumper, my jolly brave boys, Let's have no more female impert'nance and noise; For I've try'd the endearments and pleasures of love, And I find they're but nonsense and whimfies, by Jove.

When first of all Betty and I were acquaint, I whin'd like a fool, and she sigh'd like a saint: But I found her religion, her face, and her love, Were hypocrisy, paint, and self int'rest, by Jove.

Sweet Cecil came next with her languishing air, Her outside was orderly, modest and fair; But her soul was sophisticate, so was her love, For I found she was only a strumpet, by Jove.

Little double gilt Jenny's gold charm'd me at last: (You know marriage and money together does best:) But the baggage for getting her vows and her love, Gave her gold to a shiv'ling dull coxcomb, by Jove.

Come fill me a bumper then, jolly brave boys; Here's a farewell to female impert'nence and noise: I know few of the sex that are worthy my love; And for strumpets and jilts, I abhor them, by Jove.