135 - The Fireship - Pump Shanty

This is another "Roll" shanty sang at pumps, Old English Ballad "The Fire Ship". The ballad is potentially much older, than her shanty version and is dated in the XVII century. As a shanty, many of the verses are unprintable!
I will sing this song as a capstan shanty. And try recreate this song from hearded Stan Hugill's version from album "Sailing Days" (1991), with "Stormalong John" as a crew.
Last note, this song was recorded two years ago and in time i record it i didnt have as knowledge about shanties as i have now so pronauciation can be not perfect. The text I sang has differed from this one from book, below you can find oryginal text from "Shanties from the Seven Seas".
"Shanties from the Seven Seas" by Stan Hugill (1st ed p 171, 172).


The Fire Ship


Oh, as I strolled out one evening, out for a night's career,
I spied a lofty clipper ship an' arter her I steer.
I hoisted up her sig-a-nals, which she so quickly knew,
An' when she seed me bunting fly, she immediately hove to.

   - Oh, she'd a dark an' a rolling eye,
   - An' her hair hung downs in ring-a-lets.
   - She wuz a nice gal--a decent gal, but...
   - one of the rakish kind.

*2*
Kind sir, ye must excuse me, for being out so late,
For if me parents knew o' it, then sad would be my fate.
Me father, he's a minister, a true and honest man,
My mother she's a Methodist, an' I do the best I can.

*3*
I eyed that wench full warily, for talk like this I knew,,
She seemed a little owerbold, she lied for all I knew,
But still she was a comely wench, her lips a ruby red,
Her bosom full, her hips so slim, she coyly hung her head.

*4*
I took her to a tav-er-in and treated her to wine.
Little did I think that she belong to the the rakish kind.
I handled her, I dandled her, an' found to my surprise,
She wuz nothin' but a fire ship, rigged up in a disguise.

*5*
And so I deemed her company for a sailorman like me.
I kissed her once, I kissed her twice, said she, 'Be nice to me'
I fondled her, I cuddled her, I bounced her on me knee.
She wept, she sighed an' then she cried, 'Jack, will ye sleep wi' me?'

(Two verses omitted.)

*6*
Now all ye jolly sailorman that sail the Western Sea,
An' all ye jolly 'prentice lads a warnin' take from me,
Steer clear o' lofty fire ships, for me they left well-spent.
For one burnt all me money up, an' left me broke an' bent.