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The Song Book
So the sweet lark, high pois'd in air, Shuts close his pinions to his breast,
If chance his mate's shrill voice he hear, And drops at once into her nest:
The noblest captain in the British fleet
Might envy William's lips those kisses sweet.
" O Susan, Susan, lovely dear,
My vows shall ever true remain ; Let me kiss off that falling tear :
We only part to meet again. Change as ye list, ye winds ; my heart shall be The faithful compass that still points to thee.
" Believe not what the landmen say, Who tempt with doubts thy constant mind:
They'll tell thee, sailors, when away, In every port a mistress find.
Yes, yes, believe them when they tell thee so,
For thou art present wheresoe'er I go.
" If to fair India's coast we sail, Thy eyes are seen in diamonds bright;
Thy breath is Afric's spicy gale, Thy skin is ivory so white.
Thus every beauteous object that I view,
Wakes in my soul some charm of lovely Sue.
" Though battle call me from thy arms,
Let not my pretty Susan mourn ; Though cannons roar, yet safe from harms
William shall to his dear return. Love turns aside the balls that round me fly, Lest precious tears should drop from Susan's eye.'
The boatswain gave the dreadful word, The sails their swelling bosom spread ;
No longer must she stay on board :
They kiss'd, she sigh'd, he hung his head.
Her less'ning boat unwilling rows to land ;
"Adieu !" she cries, and wav'd her lily hand.
The Words by Gay. Tune by Richard Leveridge. |
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