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Poll and Sal When I was young and in my prime A-courting I was much inclined I lived along with my master Till I grew up a long feller cho: Diddle I dum diddle I dee Sunday night the moon shined bright All the stars gave forth their light As I was advancing over the wing I thought I heard a fair maid sing A windy night I sat out again I met a fair maid on the plain Then as she sees I had no nag She instantly gave me the bag The next night I sat out with whip and spur A-going on purpose to cheat her And when she thought I rode that night She let me stay till broad daylight When I got home 'twas just about nine Just about at coffee time My master he looked very cross Because he thought I rode his horse Wednesday night I began to nod Wishing for some place to lodge As I sat a-thinking by the fire I tumbled back within my chair The first I hit was my head on the floor Which made me so I slept no more My mistress she stood side of me My mistress she laughed heartily Thursday night I sat out again I went a-visiting cousin John And we both went to see the girls He took Poll and I took Sal In the night the war broke out The old woman came sidling out Then she took both of us by our hairs And we come tumbling down the stairs She says begone you bougey boys For I will have none of your ways I set too much store by both my gals To let you stay with Poll or Sal I looked east and I looked west To see which of them I liked the best But we both getting turned out the door Was worse than getting the bag before. As we were going up to a door I heard someone say my face I will scour For I am not fit to be seen And then she stepped behind the screen Some was relating of their yarn And some their stockings they did darn Some took snuff and some did not How many there was I have forgot Some was up and some was abed Some was under rhe coverlet Sometimes I stayed sometimes I would not Sometimes I might sometimes I could not Then I set out in good earnest I courted a daughter of the priest And then a bargain soon was made And we were quickly married From Songs the Whalemen Sang, Huntington Collected from the Journal of the Herald, 1817 RG
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