Black ey'd Susan
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BLACK EY'D SUSAN.
ALL in the Downs the fleet was moor'd,
The streamers waring in the wind,
When Black-ey'd Susan came on board,
O where shall I my true love find ?
Tell me, ye jovial sailors, tell me true,
If my sweet William sails among your crew.
William who high upon the yard,
Rock'd by the billows to and fro,
Soon as her well known voice he heard,
He sigh'd and cast his eyes below;
The cords slide swiftly thro' his glowing hands,
And quick as lightning on the deck he stands,
So the sweet lark, high pois'd in air,
Shuts close his pinions to his breast,
If chance his mate's shrill call he hear,
And drops at once into his nest,
The noblest captain in the British fleet
Might envy William's lips those kisses sweet.
O Susan, Susan, lovely dear,
My vows shall ever true remain;
Let me kiss off that falling tear,
We only part to meet again.
Change as ye list, ye winds, my mind shall be
The faithful compass that still points to thee.
Believe not what the landsmen say,
Who tempt with doubts thy constant mind,
They tell thee sailors when away,
In every port a mistress find.
Yes, yes, believe them when they tell thee so,
For thou art present wheresoe'er I go.
If to fair India's coast we sail,
Thy eyes are seen in diamonds bright,
Thy breath is Afric's spicy gale,
Thy skin is ivory so white:
Thus every beauteous object that I view
Wakes in my soul some charm of pretty Sue.
Though battle force me from thy arms,
Let not my charming Susan mourn,
Though cannons roar, yet free from harms,
William shall to his dear return.
Love turns aside the balls that round me fly,
Lest precious tears should drop from Susan's eye.
The boatswain gave the dreadful word,
The sails their swelling bosom spread;
No longer must she stay on board,
They kiss'd, she sigh'd, he hung his head.
Her less'ning boat unwilling rows to land ;
Adieu she cries and waves her lily hand.
Printed and Published by R. Harrild, 20, Great Eastcheap.
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