The Fireship (Roving Kind) Chorus: She'd a dark and a-roving eye And her hair hung down in ring-a-lets. She was a nice girl, a decent girl But one of the Rakish kind. As I went out one evening, Out for a night's career. I spied a lofty vessel And toward her I did steer. I hoisted her my sig-a-nals Which she very quickly knew. And when she'd seen me bunting rise, She immediately hove too-woo-woo! (chorus) "Oh sir you must excuse me For being out so late. For if my parents knew of it Oh sad would be my fate! My father, he's a minister, A good and honest man. My mother, she's a Cath-o-lic, So I do the best I ca-ha-han." (chorus) I took her to a tavern And treated her to wine. But little did I figure That she was one of the Rakish kind. I handled her, I dangled her, And found to my surprise She was nothing but a Fireship, Rigged up in a dis-guy-eye-ise! (chorus) So come all ye sea men Who on the streets do sail. If you should seek companionship Beware the ships you hail. I barely left my Fireship It was hardly a week gone past. When I found that burned in her_ Was a-ragin' on my MA-A-A-A-A-st! (I love you) (Tramp) (chorus) |
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