The Loving Girls Invitation to a Young
Sailor, in his Trowsers.
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COme a Shore you jolly Tar,
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with your Trowsers on,
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Come a Shore you jolly Tar,
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with your Trowsers on,
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Come a Shore you jolly Tar,
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from on Board a Man of War,
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And kiss the bonny Lasses,
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with our Trowsers on.
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We will walk by the Shore,
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while the Tide it comes in,
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If we meet with a bonny Lass,
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walking on the Sand,
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We will kiss her sweetly,
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with our Trowsers on
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Will you stand to your Bargain,
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young Man she said, or no
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You promisd for to marry me,
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a Twelvemonth ago,
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Will you stand to your Bargain,
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so now say, aye or no.
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A Bargain a Bargain
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the young Man he said,
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If I promisd for to marry
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it was but for to try
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Well call up our Witnesses,
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and hear them by and by.
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Theres a Flower in the North
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for you young Man.
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If it had not been for shame,
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and to forfeit my good Name,
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I might have provd as false,
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as you have been young Man.
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Here's a Health to the Lad,
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with his Trowsers on,
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And another to the Maid,
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that never was afraid,
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To kiss a bonny Lad,
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with his Trowsers on.
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