The Sandgate lass's lamentation

I was a young maiden truly,

And lived in Sandgate Street;

I thought to marry a good man,

To keep me warm and neat;

Some good-like body, some bonny body,

To be with me at noon;

But last I married a keelman,

And my good days are done.

I thought to marry a parson,

To hear me say my prayers

But I have married a keelman,

And he kicks me down the stairs.

He's an ugly body, a bubbly body,

An illfaured ugly loon:

And I have married a keelman,

And my good days are done.

I thought to marry a dyer,

To dye my apron blue;

But I have married a keelman,

And he makes me sairly rue.

He's an ugly body, a bubbly body,

An illfaured ugly loon:

And I have married a keelman,

And my good days are done.

I thought to marry a sailor,

To bring me sugar and tea;

But I have married a keelman,

And that he lets me see."

He's an ugly body, a bubbly body,

An illfaured ugly loon:

And I have married a keelman,

And my good days are done -- done.