THE SAILOR's MEDLEY, SONG

To ease his heart, and own his flame, Young Jockey to my cottage came: But tho' I lik'd him passing well, I careless turn'd my spinning wheel.

My milk-white hand he did extol, And prais'd my fingers long and small, Unusual joy my heart did feel, But still I turn'd my spinning wheel.

Then round about my slender waist, He clasp'd his arms, und me embrac'd, To kiss my hand he down did kneel, But yet I turn'd my spinning wheel.

With gentle voice I bid him rise; He bless'd my neck, my lips and eyes; My fondness I could scarce conceal, Yet still I turn'd my spinning wheel.

Till bolder grown, so close he prest, His wanton thoughts I quickly guess'd, Then push'd him from my rock and reel, And angry turn'd my spinning wheel.

At last when I began to chide, He swore he mean't me for his bride: 'Twas then my love I did reveal And slung away my spinning wheel.