The Female Tar

The New Songster’s Companion. Being a Choice Collection…&c.

London: Printed and sold by J. Evans, No. 41, Long-Lane, West-Smithfield.

The Female Tar.

Now dearest Poll I am bound for the ocean
Now, dearest, &c.
In hopes to gain riches, honor, and promotion,
O then, my dearest Jemmy, pray let me attend ye,
I’ll brave the worst of dangers, my dear, to defend ye.
In jacket and trowsers, where cannons do rattle,
My Jem I’ll assist in the heat of a battle.
Dear Poll, to the raging of waves you’re a stranger,
Then tarry at home to avoid all such danger,
The ship mountains high may be tost then
you’ll wonder
At the lightning’s sad flash, and the roaring of thunder
The fiercest of tempests I boldly will weather,
So that, my dear Jem, we may both sail together,
Aloft I will venture, my heart it shall ne’er fail,
While you’re in the maintop, I’ll reef in the fore
sail.
Suppose, my dear Poll, when the cannons are roaring
The blood from the wounds of your Jem should
be pouring,
The love that you bear me, it surely would grieve me,
Then who, my dear girl, should I have to re-
lieve me.
Your wounds I would dress, ay, and never be fearful,
So let me go with you, be no longer urgent,
My dear, I will be both your
doctor and surgeon.