English poem
Poems from Punch, A.d. 1760
by Crosbie Garstin (1887–1930)
Sleep, my little ugling, Daddy's gone a-smuggling, Daddy's gone to Roscoff in the Mevagissey Maid, A sloop of ninety tons With ten brass-carriage guns, To teach the King's ships manners and respect for honest trade.
Hush, my joy and sorrow, Daddy'll come to-morrow Bringing baccy, tea and snuff and brandy home from France; And he'll run the goods ashore While the old Collectors snore And the wicked troopers gamble in the dens of Penzance.
Rock-a-bye, my honey, Daddy's making money; You shall be a gentleman and sail with privateers, With a silver cup for sack And a blue coat on your back, With diamonds on your finger-bones and gold rings in your ears.