As I walked out one evening,
t 'was on a night's career,
I met a pretty fire ship,
and towards her I did steer.
which she did quickly view,
And when she saw my bunting up,
she im mediately hoved to.
She had a dark and roving eye,
and her hair hung down in ringlets.
A nice girl, a decent girl,
but one of the rakish kind.
Excuse me, sir, said she to me,
If my parents knew of this,
oh, sad would be my fate.
My mother is a Methodist,
She had a dark and roving eye,
and her hair hung down in ringlets
A nice girl, a de cent girl,
but one of the rakish kind
that she was of the rakish kind.
I handled her, I dandled her,
Turned out she was a pirate ship
rigged up in this disguise.
She had a dark and a roving eye,
And her hair hung down in ringlets.
She was a nice girl, a decent girl,
But one of the rakish kind.
Listen, all you sailor men
Beware of them, they're fire -ships,
they'll be the death of you.
T 'was there I had my mizzen sprung,
and my strong box broken through.
She had a dark and roving eye,
and her hair hung down in ringlets.
A nice girl, a decent girl,
but one of the rakish kind.
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