THE THREE SAILOR BOYS.
Oh, we're three jolly, jolly sailor boys.
And we're newly home from South Amerikee,
With our hearts still tingling with the salt, salt wind,
And the tumble and the tossing of the sea.
Oh, honey, I've a pocket full of money.
Will you trip, trip, trip, will you trip it on the quay.
For the wind's in the sail, and the thunder in the gale,
And our good ship plunging to be free.
There were three pretty girls in merry Portsmouth town,
And each one was like a posy on the tree;
There was great-eyed Margaret, and trim-set Sal,
And sweet Kitty, from the north countrie.
And it's, oh, honey, the" your pocket's full of money.
We won't trip, trip, trip, we won't trip it on the quay,
Till you've set the clerk a-singing, and the marriage belli a-ringing,
And the pardon has pocketed his fee.
Then up we poke, we jolly sailor boys,
Arm in arm, so jolly for to see,
' There are girls beside the water at Janieiro or Gibraltar,
Who can dance right merrily as ye."
So. honey, while our pocket's full of money,
Come and trip, trip, trip, come and trip it on the quay;
For the sailor loves the ocean, and the change and the commotion,
And the good ship plunging on the sea.