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Bristol City

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As I walked through Bristol City,
I heard a fair maid sing,
In behalf of her sailor,
Her country and her king;
And oh, she sang so sweetly,
And so sweetly sang she;
"Oh! of all the sorts of a Colin,
Why a sailor for me!

You may know my jolly sailor,
Wheresomede'er he does rove,
He's so neat in his behaviour,
And so true to his love;
His teeth are white as ivory,
His cheeks like the damask rose,
So you may know my jolly sailor,
Wheresomede'er he goes.

For you sailors are men of honour,
And men of courage bold,
If they go to fight their enemies
They are not to be controul'd;
If they get on board a man of war
Where the thundering cannons roar,
They venture their lives for gold,
And spend it freely on shore."
Sailor's answer "Come, come, my pretty Polly,
Come sit thee down by me,
For now my pretty Polly,
You and I will agree;
For my Polly is an angel,
All dress'd in willow green,
And she be like any lady,
Or a beautiful queen.

Pretty Poll has got a colour
Like the roses in June,
And she plays upon the hipsicols
A melodious fine tune;
Her lips are red as rubies,
Her eyes as black as sloes,
So you may know my pretty Polly
Wheresomede'er she goes.

I'll build my love a castle
On yonder high ground,
Where no lord nor yet a monarch
Can e'er pull it down;
For the King he can but love his Queen,
And my dear I can do the same;
And you shall be my shepherdess,
And I'll be your dear swain."

This charming song was originally inscribed 'A favourite ballad, sung by Mr. Huttley, at the convivial societies of Bath and Bristol.' It gives a very idealised picture of a sailor who really does seem to be as gallant as his Polly believes. He is the very model of a devoted lover. One can't help feeling that her talented playing of the 'hipsicols' may have won him over!