(NO SYMPHONY.)—Tune, Malton Oysters.
I am a brisk and sprightly lad,
But just come home from sea, Sir!
Of all the lives I ever led,
A sailor’s life for me, Sir.
Yeo, yeo, yeo—Yeo, yeo, yeo.
Whilst the boatswain pipes all hands.
With a yeo, yeo, yeo, Sir.
II.
What girl but loves the merry tar?