The Fire Ship
Lyrics from Shanties from the Seven Seas,
by Stan Hugill
Oh, as I strolled out
one evening, out for a night's career,
I met a lofty clipper ship an' arter her I
I hoisted her me sig-a-nals, which she so
An' when she seed me bunting fly, she
immediately hove to-o-o,
Oh, she'd a dark an' rollin' eye,
An' her hair hung down in ring-a-lets,
She wuz a nice gal, a decent gal,
But one of the rakish kind!
Kind sir, ye must excuse me, for being out
For if me parents knew o' it, then sad would
be me fate,
Me father he's a minister, a true and honest
Me mother she's a Methodist, an' I do the
best I can.
I eyed that wench full warily, for talk like
this I knew,
She seemed a little owerbold, she lied for
all I knew,
But still she wuz a comely wench, her lips a
Her bosom full, her hips so slim, she coyly
hung her head.
I took her to a tavern an' treated her to
Little did I think that she belonged to the
I handled her, I dangled her, an' found to
She wuz nothin' but a fire ship, rigged up
in a disguise.
And so I deemed her company for a sailorman
I kissed her once, I kissed her twice, said
she, `Be nice to me.'
I fondled her, I cuddled her, I bounced her
on me knee.
She wept, she sighed an' then she cried,
`Jack, will ye sleep wi' me?'
(Two verses omitted.)
Now all ye jolly sailormen that sail the
An' all ye jolly 'prentice lads a warnin'
take from me,
Steer clear o' lofty fire ships, for me they
For one burnt all me money up, an' left me
broke an' bent.
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