WHEN I'M MADE CAPTAIN.
Copyright, 1883, by Russell Brothers.
Words and Music by Will King.
I'm a jolly midshipman, adored by my crew,
My craft she is sound, and my lags she is true;
And when I've to leave her and ordered to sea
I whisper these words as we part on the quay:
Good-bye, my darling, don't pipe your eye,
Another fond kiss, love, another good-bye;
If you're true to me while I'm on the sea.
When I'm made captain, my mate you shall be.
My Polly's the model of womanly grace,
A fine figure head with a sweet looking face;
A spirit as proud as the breakers ahead,
But often breaks down when these words I have said:-Chorus.
They say that a sailor in every port,
Has either a wife or a sweetheart to court;
But if ever suspicion should darken Poll's brow,
These few parting words always keep her in tow: - Chorus.
The time is approaching when Polly and I
Will get the knot made which no hand can untie.
She'llact as my compass to help me to steer.
And I shan't any more have to sing in her ear:- Chorus.