Lyr. Add: Abraham Brown the Sailor
Tune: My heart and Lute

Who is it knocks at our door,
Says a very nice young lady.
Who is it &c.

It's I myself and nobody else,
Says Abraham Brown the Sailor,
Tis I myself, &c.

Oh! open the door and let him in,
Says this very nice young lady,
And where am I to sleep tonight,
Says Abraham Brown the Sailor.

You may sleep on my soft pincushon,
Says this very nice young lady,
And I've a pin, I'll run it in,
Says Abraham Brown the Sailor.

I feel it rise between my -----
Says this very nice young lady,
It's in your ---- up to the rim,
Says Abraham Brown the Sailor.

Ah! Now it's in let it remain,
Says this very nice young lady,
I'll be d----d if I do, I shall want it again,
Says Abraham Brown &c,

When shall I have your pin again?
Says this very nice young lady,
When I can make it stand again,
Says Abraham Brown &c.

Ballads Catalogue: Harding B 11(2370), Bodleian Library; no date, no printer, but late 19th C.
On sheet with Mary's Garden and Gardners Root