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,
Ti's I myself, &c.

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

You may sleep on my soft pincushion
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 the Sailor

When shall I have your pin again
Says this very nice young lady
When I can make it stand again
Says Abraham Brown the Sailor


NHJ
From a copy in the Bodleian Ballad library

Compare with Barnacle Bill!