The Cuts in my Body, and the Scars in my Face,
I got them in Fighting for Her Majesty's Grace.
But oh my dear Shela dost thou now love me,
So well as you did, e're I went to the Sea;
By Cri—— and St. Pa—— my dear Joy I do,
And we shall be Married to morrow Just now.
I'll make a Cabin for my dearest to keep off the Cold,
And I have a Guinea of yellow red Gold;
To make Three halfs of it I think will be best,
Give Two to my Shela and the Tird to the Priest.