FAITHLESS SALLY BROWN. AN OLD BALLAD. YOUNG Ben he was a nice young man, A carpenter by trade; And he fell in love with Sally Brown, That was a lady's maid. But as they fetch'd a walk one day, And Sally she did faint away, Whilst Ben he was brought to. The Boatswain swore with wicked words, Enough to shock a saint, That though she did seem in a fit, 'Twas nothing but a feint. 66 Come, girl," said he, "hold up your head, He'll be as good as me; For when your swain is in our boat, A boatswain he will be." So when they'd made their game of her, And taken off her elf, She rous'd, and found she only was "And is he gone, and is he gone?" And see him out of sight." A waterman came up to her, 66 'Now, young woman," said he, "If you weep on so, you will make Eye-water in the sea.' 66 Alas! they've taken my beau, Ben, To sail with old Benbow;" And her woe began to run afresh, As if she 'd said, Gee woe! Says he, "They've only taken him "The Tender-ship," cried Sally Brown, "What a hard-ship that must be! 66 "O! would I were a mermaid now, For then I'd follow him; But Oh!-I'm not a fish-woman, Now Ben had sail'd to many a place That's underneath the world; But in two years the ship came home, And all her sails were furl'd. But when he call'd on Sally Brown, To see how she got on, He found she'd got another Ben, Whose Christian-name was John. 66 Oh, Sally Brown, Oh, Sally Brown, How could you serve me so, I've met with many a breeze before, But never such a blow!" Then reading on his 'bacco box, He heav'd a heavy sigh, And then began to eye his pipe, And then to pipe his eye. |