| Lyrics: | The Fire Ship
As I stepped out one evening upon a night's career,
I spied a lofty
clipper ship and after her I steered.
I hoisted up my sig-in-als which she so quickly
knew,
And when she seen my sig-in-als fly, she immediately hove to.
She had a dark
and a rovin' eye,
And her hair hung down in ring-a-lets.
She was a nice girl, a (dacint)
proper girl,
But one of the rakish kind.
Oh, sailor, please excuse me for being out
so late,
But if my parents knew of it, oh, sad would be my fate.
My father is a minister,
a good and honest man.
My mother is a Methodist; I do the best I can.
I eyed that
girl both up and down for I'd heard such talk before,
And when she moored herself to me, I knew
she was a whore.
But still she was a pretty girl; she shyly hung her head.
''I'll go along
with you, my lad,'' this to me she said.
I took her to a nice hotel; I knew she wouldn't
mind.
But little did I ever think she was one of the rakish kind.
I (handled her, I
dandled her)(played with her for quite some time),
and learned to my surprise,
She
was nothing but a fire ship rigged up in a disquise.
So up the stairs and into bed I took
that maiden fair.
I fired off my cannon into her thatch of hair.
I fired off a broadside
until my shot was spent,
Then rammed that fire ship's waterline until my ram was
bent.
Then in the morning she was gone; my money was gone too.
My clothes she'd
hocked; my watch she stole; my sea bag was
gone too.
But she'd left behind a souvenir,
I'd have you all to know,
And in nine days, to my surprise, there was fire down
below.
Now all you jolly sailormen who sail upon the sea
From England to Amerikay
take warning now from me.
Beware of (them there) (lofty) fire ships, they'll be the ruin of
you.
They'll empty out your shot locker and pick your pocket too.
('Twas there I had me
mizzen sprung, and me strong box broke
into)
@sailor
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