Till the Tide Comes In
While strolling down by Sandgate Street,
A shipmate there I chanc'd to meet;
"I'll treat you with a pint of gin,"
Says he, "until the tide comes in",Till the tide comes in, till the tide comes in,
Right merry will we be till the tide comes in;
We'll music bring, and dance and sing
And kiss the pretty girls till the tide comes inI took in tow young sqauinting Meg,
Who well in the dance could shake her leg;
My friend hawl'd Oyster Molly in,
And we jigg'd them about till the tide came in,Till the tide came in, 'till the tide came in,
Righ merry were we till the tide came in;
We danc'd till the sweat ran o'er each chin,
And kept up the splore till the tide came in.We staid with them till break of day,
When we ask'd the landlord what to pay?
"You've drank," says he, "nine pints of gin,"
So we paid him the shot, for the tide was in,For the tide was in, for the tide was in,
How the girls did grieve that the tide was in,
But we promis'd them to meet again
At a future time when the tide was in.
-Source: Lyrics: Songs from the Manuscript Collection of John Bell.,
D.I Harker ed.