'twas Down in Cupid's Garden I Wandered For to View
The Sweet and Lovely Flowers That in the Garden Grew,
And One It Was Sweet Jasmine, the Lily, Pink and Rose;
They Are the Finest Flowers That in the Garden Grow.
I Had Hot Been in the Garden But Scarcely Half An Hour,
When I Beheld Two Maidens, Sat Under a Shady Bower,
And One It Was Sweet Nancy, So Beautiful and Fair,
The Other Was a Virgin and Did the Laurels Wear.
I Boldly Stepped Up to Them and Unto Then Did Say,
"Are You Engaged to Any Young Man, Come Tell to Me, I Pray?"
"No, I'm Not Engaged to Any Young Man, I Solemnly Declare;
I Mean to Stay a Virgin and Still the Laurels Wear."
So, Hand in Hand Together, This Loving Couple Went;
To View the Secrets of Her Heart Was the Sailor's Full Intent,
Or Whether She Would Slight Him While He to the Wars Did Go.
Her Answer Was, "Not I, My Love, For I Love a Sailor Bold."
It's Down in Portsmouth Harbour, There's a Ship Lies Waiting There;
Tomorrow to the Seas I'll Go, Let the Wind Blow High Or Fair.
And, If I Should Live to Return Again, How Happy I Should Be
With You, My Love, My Own True Love, Sitting Smiling On My Knee.