"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!
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!"
"O, would I were a mermaid now, For then I'd follow him! But O, I'm not a fish-woman, And so I cannot swim.
"Alas! I was not born beneath The Virgin and the Scales, So I must curse my cruel stars, And walk about in Wales."
Now Ben had sailed to many a place That's underneath the world; But in two years the ship came home, And all her sails were furled.
But when he called on Sally Brown, To see how she got on, He found she'd got another Ben, Whose Christian-name was John.
"O Sally Brown! O Sally Brown! How could you serve me so? I've met with many a breeze before, But never such a blow!"
Then, reading on his 'bacco box, He heaved a heavy sigh, And then began to eye his pipe, And then to pipe his eye.
And then he tried to sing, "All's Well!" But could not, though he tried; His head was turned,—and so he chewed His pigtail till he died.
His death, which happened in his berth, At forty-odd befell; They went and told the sexton, and The sexton tolled the bell.