When my Hero in court appears

When my Hero in court appears,

And stands arraign'd for his life;

Then think of poor Polly's tears;

For ah! Poor Polly's his wife.

Like the sailor he holds up his hand,

Distrest on the dashing wave.

To die a dry death at land

Is a bad a wat'ry grave:

And alas, poor Polly!

Alack and a-well a day!

Before I was in love,

Oh, ev'ry month was May.