The Distracted SAILOR,
Tune----What is greater Joy, etc.
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O How pleasant are young Lovers,
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When their Courtship first begins,
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And their Faces oft discover;
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The great Pleasures they are in,
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When one seems to like the other,
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Hand in hand these Lovers move,
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What sweet Kisses do they smother;
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And their prattle Tales of Love,
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Just so Bill the Sailor courted,
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Molly and she was most kind,
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For they oft had kiss'd and sported,
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And both perswaded were in mind,
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She consented for to have him,
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he made Vows to her again,
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he would wed, if she'd not leave him,
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When he did return from Spain.
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Then a Piece of Gold was broken,
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And each other took a Part,
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And by her these Words were spoken,
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Billy, thou hast won my heart,
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May the heavens bless you thither,
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And your safe return again,
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Mollys your's alone forever,
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When you do return again.
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Arm in Arm they kiss'd each other,
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And repeated Vows did make,
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Ever to love one another;
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But said Billy my heart does ake,
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Lest in absence you should leave me,
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Then my heart would burst in twain,
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Curse on Moll if I deceive thee,
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But stay till thou dost come from Spain.
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Bill a Golden Locket gave her,
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And begg'd of her to be true,
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Moll reply'd as I'm a Sinner,
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I will never be false to you,
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Then they parted with Eyes weeping;
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And he sail'd away for Spain,
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For two Years he had been missing,
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But he is now returned again.
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Several Letters he had sent her,
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From Portugal, and the Spanish Shoar,
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With Tokens hoping would content her;
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Until to England he came o'er,
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But no Answer he receiv'd;
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'Till with Admiral Lake he came,
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Then his heart was sorely grieved,
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Oh! that I had but staid in Spain.
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For he found his Molly married,
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And curs'd false Lovers all,
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Since his Molly now was carried,
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By her Husband to Blackwall;
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He cryed out now in vexation,
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Now some new found Land I'll find;
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There wild Beasts have more Compasion,
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Than deluding Women kind.
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But alas! he's sore tormented,
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And cries out I am undone,
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For my Soul is discontented,
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And I shall distracted run;
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Mollys false and has deceiv'd me,
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Oh! ye Furies, why do you stay,
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Of my Torments soon relieve me,
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Take my wretched Life away.
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Now he rends his Cloaths asunder,
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And is into Distraction run;
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In Bedlam, to all Peoples Wonder,
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This distracted Sailor's gone;
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There in Links of Iron chained,
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And in Straw alone doth lie;
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Against Molly he exclaimed,
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For her wretched Perjury.
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Day and Night his Chains he rattles,
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As if Bedlam he'd pull down,
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Come my Sailors think of Battles,
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And of storming Spanish Towns.
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Hollow you Sir Bedlams Porter.
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Bring false Molly here again,
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I will ram her in a Mortar,
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And shoot false Molly into Spain.
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