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A poet, gone unreasonably mad,
Ending his sonnets with a hempen line? () Love !—but whither, now ? forgive me, pray; I'm not the first that Love hath led astray.
FAITHLESS SALLY BROWN.
AN OLD BALLAD.
Young Ben he was a nice young man,
A carpenter by trade;
That was a lady's maid.
But as they fetch'd a walk one day,
They met a press-gang crew; And Sally she did faint away,
Whilst Ben he was brought to.
The Boatswain swore with wicked words,
Enough to shock a saint,
'Twas nothing but a feint.
“ Come, girl,” said he, “hold up your head,
He'll be as good as me;
A boatswain he will be.”
So when they'd made their game of her,
And taken off her elf,
A coming to herself.
“ And is he gone, and is he gone?”
She cried, and wept outright: “ Then I will to the water side,
And see him out of sight.”
A waterman came up to her,
“Now, young woman,” said he, “ If you weep on so, you will make
Eye-water in the sea.”
“ 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
To the Tender-ship, you see;' “ The Tender-ship,” cried Sally Brown,
“ What a hard-ship that must be!
“ Oh! would I were a mermaid now,
For then I'd follow him ;
And so I carinot swim.
« Alas! I was not born beneath
The virgin and the scales,
And walk about in Wales.”
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 calld on Sally Brown,
To see how she got on,
Whose Christian-name was John.
“Oh, Sally Brown, Oh, Sally Brown,
How could you serve me so,
But never such a blow !”
Then reading on his 'bacco box,
He heaved a heavy sigh,
And then to pipe his eye.
And then he tried to sing “ All's Well,”
But could not, though he tried ; His head was turn'd, and so he chew'd
His pigtail till he died.