VIII.
“Alas! they’ve taken my beau Ben
To sail with old Benbow;”
And her woe began to run afresh,
As if she’d said, Gee woe!
IX.
Says he, “They’ve only taken him
To the Tender-ship, you see;”
“The Tender-ship,” cried Sally Brown,
“What a hard-ship that must be!
X.
“Oh! would I were a mermaid now,
For then I’d follow him;
But oh!—I’m not a fish-woman,
And so I cannot swim.
XI.
“Alas! I was not born beneath
The virgin and the scales,
So I must curse my cruel stars,
And walk about in Wales.”
XII.
Now Ben had sail’d to many a place
That’s underneath the world;
But in two years the ship came home
And all her sails were furl’d.