Bessy was a Sailor’s Bride.
Poor Bessy was a sailor’s bride,
And he was off to sea;
Their only child was by her side,
And who so sad as she!
“Forget me not, forget me not,
When you are far from me,
And whatsoe’er poor Bessy’s lot,
She will remember thee.”
A twelvemonth scarce had pass’d away,
As it was told to me,
When Willie with a gladsome heart,
Came home again from sea.
He bounded up the craggy path.
But his poor wife and lovely child
Poor Willie saw no more.
“Forget me not, forget me not,”
The words rung in his ear;
He ask’d the neighbors one by one,
Each answer’d with a tear,
They pointed to the old churchyard,
And there his youthful bride,
With the pretty child he loved so well,
Were resting side by side.