A brisk young sailor courted me
Language: English
A brisk young sailor courted me, He stole away my liberty, He won my heart with a free good-will, He's false, I know, but I love him still. There is an alehouse in yonder town, Where my love goes and sits him down, He takes another girl on his knee, And don't you think that's a grief to me? A grief to me! I'll tell you why, Because she's got more gold than I, Her gold will waste and her beauty blast, And she'll become like me at last. O what a foolish girl was I To give my heart to a sailor boy, A sailor boy although he be, I love him better than he loves me.
Authorship:
Musical settings (art songs, Lieder, mélodies, (etc.), choral pieces, and other vocal works set to this text), listed by composer (not necessarily exhaustive):
- by George Sainton Kaye Butterworth (1885 - 1916), "A brisk young sailor courted me", from Folk Songs from Sussex, no. 7. [text verified 1 time]
Researcher for this text: Emily Ezust [Administrator]
This text was added to the website between May 1995 and September 2003.
Line count: 16
Word count: 118