Broadside ballad entitled 'Jackie Tar'

Transcription

JACKIE TAR.

PRICE ONE PENNY.

Read now, and rejoice, for the Poet here lays before you rol-
licking and leal hearted " Jackie Tar," All can now be supplied
with copies of this fine song, by applying to the Poet, at the Poets
Box, 6 St. Andrew's Lane, Glasgow and, while there, the Poet,
will show you his extensive collection unequalled for extent and
variety.   Remember the Address, 6 St. Andrew's Lane, Glasgow.

Air?I'd rather have a guinea than a one pound note,

When Jack had pulled the oar, and the boat was gone,
Aud the lassie on the shore with her head hanging down,
The tears stood in her eyes, and bosom heaving sighs,
Farewell, my dear, she dries, with your trousers on.

Farewell, said he, I go to sea, and you must stay behind,
But do not grieve, for while I live I ever will be kind,
And when I come to land you will meet me on the strand,
And welcome Jackie Tar With his trousers on.

Now peace is proclaimed, and the wars are all o'er,
The fleets they are moored, and the sailors come ashore,
Now you may see her stand with a glass into her hand,
To welcome jack to land with his trousers on.

While up on high, she catched his, with all her lovely charms,
Her face he knew, and straight he flew and caught her in
his arms;
Her hand he kindly pressed, as he held her round the waist
And he kissed the bonnie lassie with his trousers on.

O Jack where have you been since you went from me,
And want have you seen upon the raging sea?
I mourned for your sake, while my heart was like to break,
For I thought l'd never see my Jack with his trousers on.

And while you staid, I sighed and prayed to Neptune and
to Mars,
That they would prove kind, and send you home save from
the wars,
And now to my request they have been pleased to list,
And sent you to my breast with your trousers on.

I have sailed the seas for you to the Torrid Zone,
From the confines of Peru to Van Dieman's Land,
From the Bay of Baltimore to the coast of Lobradore,
But now I'm safe on shore with my trousers on.

I have beat the storms, in many torms, upon the raging main.
I have fought the foes, with deadly blows, and many a hero
slain;
I have heard the cannons roar, I have rolled in blood and gore
But now I'm safe on shore, with my trousers on.

I have been aloft when the winds have blown,
And I have been alost when the bombs were thrown,
But like a sailor bold, I am now come from the hole,
With my pockets full of gold, and my trousers on.

And now no more, from shore to shore, I'll plough the rag-
ing seas,
But free from strife, as a man and wife, we'll live in peace
and ease.
To the church this couple hied, and the priest the knot has
tied,
And the sailor kissed his bride with his trousers on,

The Poet's Blacking is universally acknowledged
to be the best now sold in the world. It can only
be had in the Poet's Box, 6 St Andrew's Lane, off
Gallowgate, Glasgow.               

Junuary 6, 1855.

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