Kentish Town.
As I jogged by a Kentish Town
Delighting in the crops,
I met a Gipsy hazel-brown
With a basketful of hops.
"You Sailor from the Dover Coast
With your blue eyes full of ships,
Carry my basket to the oast
And I'll kiss you on the lips."
Once she kissed me with a jest,
Once with a tear—
O where's the heart was in my breast
And the ring was in my ear?
