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FAIR SALLY 163
Once no greater joy or pleasure could have come into my mind, Than to see the bold Defiance sailing right before the wind, O'er the white waves as she danced, and her colours gaily flew; But that was not half so charming as the trim of lovely Sue.
On a rocky coast I've driven where the stormy winds do rise, Where the rolling mountain billows lift a vessel to the skies ; But from land, or from the ocean, little dread I ever knew, When compared to the dangers in the frowns of scornful Sue.
Long I wonder'd why my jewel had the heart to use me so, Till I found by often sounding she'd another love in tow; So farewell hard-hearted Sukie, I'll my fortune seek at sea, And try in a more friendly latitude, since in yours I cannot be.
FAIR SALLY LOV'D A BONNY SAILOR
Fair Sally lov'd a bonny sailor,
With tears she sent him out to roam,
Young Thomas taking leave did tell her He left her with his heart at home.
She view'd the seas from off the hill,
And as she turn'd her spinning-wheel, Sang of her bonny sailor.
The wind grew loud and she grew paler To see the weathercock turn round,
When lo ! she spied her bonny sailor Come whistling o'er the fallow ground :
With nimble haste he leap'd the stile,
Fair Sally met him with a smile, And hugg'd her bonny sailor.
Fast round the waist he took his Sally, But first around his mouth wip'd he ;
Like home-bred spark he could not dally, But press'd and kiss'd her with a glee.
' Through winds, and waves, and dashing rain,'
Said he, ' thy Tom's return'd again, To bring a heart for Sally.'