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RAMBLING SOLDIER/TRIM-RIGGED DOXY I am a sailor brisk and bold Long time I've sailed the ocean, And if you want to know me name Me name it is Jim Johnson. Now fellow shipmates, I'll bid you adieu No more will I rove the world with you But I'll wander the country through and through And I'll be a rambling sailor. Now as I walked out one fine day Down by the London River A handsome girl I chanced to spy We cruised along together Her cheeks they were like the roses red She'd a feathery bonnet all on her head I put the hardwood on her but she said she was a maid The pretty little trim-rigged doxy! "Now I can't and I shan't and I won't go with you You saucy rambling sailor. Why, me parents they would not agree I'm promised to a tailor." But I was hot-shot eager to rifle her charms "A guinea," says I, "for a roll in your arms" The deal it was done, and we went upstairs Meself and the trim-rigged doxy. It was haul out the bow and let the stays'ls fall And yardarm to yardarm bobbin' Oh, me shot all gone, asleep I falls And soon she turned to robbin'. She robbed me pockets of all I had And she took me boots from the end of the bed Why, she even took a gold watch out from underneath me head The saucy little trim-rigged doxy. And when I'd found that she was gone I started to roar like thunder. Oh, me gold watch and me money too She'd bore them away for plunder. But it ain't for me watch nor me money too For them I don't value; for I tell you true I fear her little fire-bucket burned me bobstay through. The saucy little trim-rigged doxy. DT #417 Laws K41 Recorded by Killen, 50 North to 50 North @sailor @crime filename[ RMBSAIL2 TUNE FILE: RAMBSAIL CLICK TO PLAY RG |
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