Bell Bottom Trousers

I was a serving maid down in Dreary Lane
Me master, he was good to me, me mistress was the same
When along come a sailor on short liberty
And oh, to me woe, he took libery with me.

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Singin' of bell bottom trousers, coats of navy blue,
Let 'im climb the riggin' like his daddy used to do

It was at a ball I met him, he asked me for a dance
I knew he was a sailor by the way he wore his pants
His shoes was neatly polished, and his hair was neatly combed
After the ball was over, he asked to see me home.

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He asked me for a handkerchief to tie around his head
He asked me for a candle to light his way to bed
I, a foolish maiden not thinkin' it no harm,
I jumped into the sailor's bed to keep the sailor warm.

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I knew he was no brakeman, but that night he went to town
He laid me on the bed there 'til my blue eyes turned to brown
And ear-ly in the morning, before the break of day,
A twelve-pound note he gave me, and some warning words to say.

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He said, "Take this, me darlin', for the damage I have done
You may have a daughter, or you may have a son.
If you have a daughter, jounce her 'pon your knee.
And if you have a son, send the bastard out to sea!"

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Now all you girlish maidens, in all your girlish glee
Never let a sailor an inch above your knee
I trusted one once, and he put out to sea
And left me with a daughter to jounce upon my knee.

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- Yonatan...Burned at the Stake