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' I want my young man, there,
Do you hear ! bear a han' there, To hoist me on board, or to send him to me;
His name's Henry Grady,
And I am a lady Come off to prevent him from going to sea.'
The captain, his honour,
When he looked upon her, Ran down the ship's side for to help her aboard ;
Says he with emotion,
' What son of the ocean Can thus be looked after by Helena Ford ?'
The lady made answer :
' That there is my man, sir, I'll make him as fine and as free as a lord;'
' No, no,' says the cap'n,
' That can't very well happen, I've got sailing orders; you, sir, stay on board.'
' Avast,' says the lady,
' Don't you heed him, Henry Grady, He once was your captain, but now you're at large ;
You shan't stay aboard here,
For all that man's order ;' Then out of her bosom she hauled his discharge.
Says the captain, says he now : ' I'm blowed, but he's free now';
Says Jack, ' Let old Weatherface keep all my clothes;' On shore then he steered her, And the lads they all cheered her,
But the captain was jealous, and looked down' his nose.
Then she got a shore tailor
To rig her young sailor In tight Nankin breeches, and a blue long-tailed coat;
And he looked like a squire
For all to admire, With a dimity handkerchief tied round his throat.
And they had a house greater
Than e'er a first-rater, With servants in uniform handing the drink ;
And a garden to go in
Where the flowers was a-blowin', The daisy, the buttercup, lily and pink. |
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