Wapping Old Stairs

Your Molly has never been false, she declares,

Since last time we parted at Wapping Old Stairs,

When I swore that I still would continue the same,

And gave you the 'bacco box, marked with your name.

When I pass'd a whole fortnight between decks with you,

Did I e'er give a kiss, Tom, to one of the crew?

To be useful and kind, with my Thomas I stay'd,

For his trousers I wash'd, and his grog too I made.

Though you threaten'd, last Sunday, to walk in the Mall

With Susan from Deptford, and likewise with Sal,

In silence I stood your unkindness to hear,

And only upbraided my Tom, with a tear.

Why should Sal, or should Susan, than me be more priz'd?

For the heart that is true, Tom, should ne'er be despis'd;

Then be constant and kind, nor your Molly forsake,

Still your trousers I'll wash, and your grog too I'll make.