Faithless Sally Brown

Thomas Hood

1799 to 1845

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Young Ben he was a nice young man,
A by trade;
And he fell in love with Sally Brown,
That was a lady's maid.

But as they fetch'd walk one day,
They met a press-gang crew;
And she did faint away,
Whilst Ben he was brought to.

The Boatswain swore with wicked words,
Enough to shock saint,
That though she did seem in a fit,
'Twas nothing but a feint.

"Come, girl," said he, "hold up your head,
He'll be as good as me;
when your swain is in our boat,
A boatswain will be."

So when they'd made their game her,
And taken off her elf,
She roused, and she only was
A coming to herself.

"And is gone, and is he gone?"
She cried, and outright:
"Then I will to the water side,
And him out of sight."

A waterman came up her,
"Now, young woman," said he,
"If you on so, you will make
Eye-water in the sea."

"Alas! they've taken my beau Ben
To sail with Benbow;"
And her woe began to run afresh,
if she'd said Gee woe!.

Says he, "They've taken him
To the Tender ship, you see";
"The Tender-ship," cried Sally Brown
"What a hard-ship that must be!".

"O! would I were a mermaid now,
For I'd follow him;
But Oh!—I'm not a fish-woman,
so I cannot swim.

"Alas! I was not born
The virgin and the scales,
So I must curse cruel stars,
And walk about in Wales."

Now had sail'd to many a place
That's underneath the world;
But in two years the ship came home,
And her sails were furl'd.

But when he call'd on Brown,
To see how she went on,
He found she'd got another Ben,
Whose Christian-name was John.

"O Sally Brown, O Sally Brown,
How could you serve me so?
I've met with many a breeze before,
But never such blow":

Then reading on his 'bacco box
He heaved bitter sigh,
And then began to eye his pipe,
then to pipe his eye.

And then he tried sing "All's Well,"
But could not though he tried;
His head was turn'd, and so he chew'd
His till he died.

His death, which happen'd in his berth,
At forty-odd befell:
They went and told the sexton,
The sexton toll'd the bell.