On Gosport beach I landed, A noted place of fame, I called for a bottle of brandy, To treat my flashy dame. Her outside rigging was all silk, Her spencer scarlet red, And with sweet joy and content Together we went to bed. 'Twas early the next morning, Just by the break of day, She says young man I'll tell you What brought me down this way. I am a rich merchant's daughter, From London town I came, My parents turned me out of doors, Which brought me to this shame. He said my pretty fair maid, I am sorry for to see That you should ramble so far from home, And throw yourself away, But on you no reflection I will cast, But always I'll prove true, And when from Chatham I return, Sweet lass, I'll marry you. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SEVEN TWILIGHTS: 7 by CONRAD AIKEN CAVE PAINTING by HAYDEN CARRUTH MIDSUMMER BIRDS by ROBERT FROST THE FLOWER BOAT by ROBERT FROST OFFERING by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON QUESTION by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON TO MARY CHURCH TERRELL - LECTURER by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON |