"OH, DON'T I LOVE MY BILLY" by ANONYMOUS

At cruel fate I am a railer,
For my love, Billy, is a sailor,
On the sea, on the sea;
I wonder where his vessel's going,
Only wicked waves are knowing,
On the sea, on the sea.
Oh, don't I love my Billy, I do, I do,
With eyes so red, all in my head,
I cry all day for Billy.

Without a coat he went a rover,
And now he smells of tar all over
On the sea, on the sea;
And while for him with grief I'm choking,
He's chawing quids, and pig-tail smoking
On the sea, on the sea.
Oh, don't I love my Billy, I do, I do,
I dream at night, I jump upright,
And think I see my Billy.

I'll stick to him like sticking plaster,
And hope he'll meet with no disaster
On the sea, on the sea;
If he was shipwreck'd on a rafter,
In a cockle-shell I'd him run after,
On the sea, on the sea;
Oh, don't I love my Billy, I do, I do;
If clouds are hazy, I go crazy,
For the sake of Billy.

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