THE SAILOR's MEDLEY, SONG

From place to place I travers'd along, Devoid of care or sorrow: With lightsome heart, a merry song. I thought not of to-morrow; But when Priscilla caught my eye, With every charm array'd in, I sigh'd and sung, I knew not why, Dear little Cottage Maiden.

And would the charmer be but mine, Sweet nymph I so revere thee, I'd gladly share my fate with thine, And ever more be near thee; Though gold may please the proud and great, My heart with love is laden; Then let us join in wedlock state, Dear little Cottage Maiden.

O'er me and mine, come mistress prove, And then what ill can harm us? Kind Hymen will each fear remove, And spread each sweet to charm us: Together we will live content, And nought but love we'll trade in; So sweetly shall our lives be spent, Dear little Cottage Maiden.