The Ship's Carpenter [B] - Sung by Mrs. Charles Kenny, Roman Valley.
1. In far York City, in fair London town There once lived a damsel whose name was Miss Brown, A young man he courted long for to be his bride And him by his trade was a ship's carpenter.
2. Early one morning before it was day He went to pretty Polly and this he did say, "Arise pretty Polly and come along with me Before we'll get married our friends to go see."
3. He led her through mountains and through valleys that was long Till at length this fair one began for to mourn, "Oh Jimmie, dearest Jimmie, you are leading me astray On purpose my innocent life to betray."
4. "It is very true now love what you do say For I have been digging your grave all last night," The grave it lay open, and she standing by, Which caused this fair one to sigh and to cry.
5. "Oh Jimmie, dear Jimmie, I thought you were mine, Is this the bride's bed I expected to find? I'll go and leave this countree all for to set you free, So pardon my innocent infant and me."
6. "No pardon, no pardon, no pardon," says he, With this a sharp knife he took in his hand, He pierced her fair body whilst the blood did down fall And into her grave her fair body he bore.
7. He covered her over and started for home, Left none but those small birds her friends for to mourn, On board of a ship without more delay And he set sail from Plymouth without more delay.
8. A young man named Stewart with courage so bold He happened one night for to go down below, A handsome young damsel before him did appear And into her arms held an infant so dear.
9. Being early with liquor he went to embrace, Transported by her charms to behold her strange face, But to his amazement she then vanished away Which he told to the captain without more delay.
10. The captain he called all his jolly ship's crew, "I fear my brave fellows, I feat some of you Have murdered a damsel before you came on board, For our ship she is in mourning and cannot sail on."
11. Up comes a sailor and he said it was not him, Up comes another and he swore bitterlee, Up comes young Jimmie, and this he did say, "I vow and declare sir it was not me."
12. Returning from his captain, returning in speed, He met with pretty Polly which made his heart bleed She tore him and she dragged him and she tore him in three For the purpose of murdering her innocently.