The Fire Ship

As I stepped out one evening upon a night's career,
I spied a lofty clipper ship and after her I steered
I hoisted up my sig-in-als which she so quickly knew,
And when she seen my sig-in-als fly, she immediately hove to

She had a dark and a rovin' eye,
And her hair hung down in ring-a-lets
She was a nice girl, a (dacint) proper girl,
But one of the rakish kind

Oh, sailor, please excuse me for being out so late,
But if my parents knew of it, oh, sad would be my fate
My father is a minister, a good and honest man
My mother is a Methodist; I do the best I can

I eyed that girl both up and down for I'd heard such talk before,
And when she moored herself to me, I knew she was a whore
But still she was a pretty girl; she shyly hung her head
''I'll go along with you, my lad,'' this to me she said

I took her to a nice hotel; I knew she wouldn't mind
But little did I ever think she was one of the rakish kind
I (handled her, I dandled her)(played with her for quite some time),
and learned to my surprise,
She was nothing but a fire ship rigged up in a disquise

So up the stairs and into bed I took that maiden fair
I fired off my cannon into her thatch of hair
I fired off a broadside until my shot was spent,
Then rammed that fire ship's waterline until my ram was bent

Then in the morning she was gone; my money was gone too
My clothes she'd hocked; my watch she stole; my sea bag was
gone too
But she'd left behind a souvenir, I'd have you all to know,
And in nine days, to my surprise, there was fire down below

Now all you jolly sailormen who sail upon the sea
From England to Amerikay take warning now from me
Beware of (them there) (lofty) fire ships, they'll be the ruin of you
They'll empty out your shot locker and pick your pocket too
('Twas there I had me mizzen sprung, and me strong box broke
into)

@sailor
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