The Sailor from Dover

There was a sailor from Dover, from Dover he came

He courted a fair young damsel and Sally was her name

And she being so lofty, and her portion being so high

All on a poor sailor love she scarce would cast an eye

"Oh Sally, dearest Sally, oh Sally," then said he

"I fear that your false heart my ruin it will be

Without your present hatred is turned into love

You'll make me broken-hearted, and my ruin it will prove"

"I cannot love a sailor nor any such a man

So keep your heart in comfort and forget me if you can

I pray you'll keep your distance and mind your own discourse

For I never intend to marry you unless that I am forced"

But when a year was over and twelve month day was past

This lovely young damsel she grew sick in love at last

Entangled she was all in her love and she didn't know for why

So she sent for the young man on whom she had an eye

"For what is past and gone," she said, "I pray you to forgive

And grant me just a little longer time for to live"

"Oh no, my dearest Sally, as long as I have breath

Well, I'll damsel on your grave, love, as you lie under the earth"