The name, &c.
I feel the grim tyrant approaching,
That cruel implacable foe,
Who spares neither age nor condition,
Nor even old Rosin the Beau.
Nor even, &c.
Bessy was a Sailor’s Bride.
Poor Bessy was a sailor’s bride,
And he was off to sea;
The name, &c.
I feel the grim tyrant approaching,
That cruel implacable foe,
Who spares neither age nor condition,
Nor even old Rosin the Beau.
Nor even, &c.
Poor Bessy was a sailor’s bride,
And he was off to sea;