While Cruising Around Yarmouth

While cruisin' 'round Saltmarsh one day for a spree,
I met a fair damsel, the wind blowin' free.
"I'm a fast goin' clipper, my conn sir?" said she,
"I'm ready for cargo, my hold is quite free,"

Refrain:

Sayin' folderol laddy and folderolay, folderol laddy and folderolay

What country she come from I could not tell which,
By her appearance I thought she was Dutch.
Her flag wore its colors, her masthead was low,
She was round in the quarter, and bluff in the bow.

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I threw her a rope and I took her in tow,
And yardarm to yardarm a-towin' we'd go.
We towed all together 'til we came to Hard Bay,
We both towed along up old Northanchor Way.

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She took me upstairs and her topsail she lowered,
In a neat little parlor she soon had me moored.
She took in her foresails, her staysails and all,
With her lily-white hand on my reef-tackle falls.

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See here, pretty fair maid, it's time to give oar,
For 'twixt wind and water, you've run me ashore!
My shot-locker's empty and powder's all spent,
And my gun it won't fire, for it's choked at the vent!

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Here's luck to the girl with the black curly locks!
Here's luck to the girl who put Jack on the rocks!
And here's to the cleric who eased all his pain!
He's squared his main yards, he's a-cruisin' again! (Refrain)