More safe on waters pavement then on lande....
[189]. "Brave Sailors."
And here is one of them—come home to his sweetheart, and she (until stanza 6) not recognizing him:
As I walked out one night, it being dark all over,
The moon did show no light I could discover,
Down by a river side where ships were sailing,
A lonely maid I spied, weeping and bewailing.
I boldly stept up to her, and asked her what grieved her,
She made me this reply, "None could relieve her,
For my love is pressed, she cried, to cross the ocean,