A Sailor’s Delight
By HAROLD TAYLOR
When I was young and handsome,
It was always my delight
To go to balls and dances
And stay out late at night.
’Twas at a ball I met him,
He asked me for a dance,
I knew he was a sailor
By the buttons on his pants.
His shoes were nicely polished,
His hair was neatly combed,
I danced with him all evening,
Then he asked to see me home.
He pressed me to him gently,
Then heaved a heavy sigh
And said: “Dear Nellie, darling,
My love will never die.”
Now all you girls, this warning,
Just take a tip from me:
Don’t ever let a sailor
Take you sailing o’er the sea.
For he’ll kiss you, oh, so sweetly,
And say there’s none like you,
But when he gets that bit of love
He’ll sail across the blue.
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