“’Twas the good lady,” they were told, and bow’d.
The merry Seaman much the maid approv’d— 320
Nor that alone—he like a seaman loved;
Loved as a man who did not much complain;
Loved like a sailor, not a sighing swain;
Had heard of wooing maids, but knew not how—
“Lass, if you love me, prithee tell me now,”
Was his address—but this was nothing cold—
“Tell if you love me;” and she smiled and told.
He brought her presents, such as sailors buy, }