When I pass’d a whole fortnight between decks with you,
Did I e’er give a kiss, Tom, to one of your crew?
To be useful and kind to my Thomas I stay’d,
For his trowsers I wash’d, and his grog, too, I made.
Tho’ you promis’d last Sunday to walk in the mall,
With Susan from Deptford, and likewise with Sall,
In silence I stood your unkindness to hear,
And only upbraided my Tom with a tear.
Why should Sall or should Susan than me be more prized?
For the heart that is true, Tom, should ne’er be despis’d;