And yet I believe I am your only true friend,
John Jones, of the Hurricane Gale.
Sparking Sarah Jane.
Sitting on the sofa, leaning on my breast,
Is a lovely maiden, perfectly at rest;
Listening to my love vows, sighing very plain;
Bless me this is pleasant, sparking Sarah Jane.
Chorus.—Bless me ain’t it pleasant,
Bless me ain’t it pleasant,