The Rambling Sailor (Trim-Rigged Doxy)



I am a sailor brisk and bold

Long time I've sailed the ocean,

And if you want to know me name

Me name it is Jim Johnson.

Now fellow shipmates, I'll bid you adieu

No more will I rove the world with you

But I'll wander the country through and through

And I'll be a rambling sailor.



Now as I walked out one fine day

Down by the London River

A handsome girl I chanced to spy

We cruised along together

Her cheeks they were like the roses red

She'd a feathery bonnet all on her head

I put the hardwood on her but she said she was a maid

The pretty little trim-rigged doxy!

"Now I can't and I shan't and I won't go with you

You saucy rambling sailor.

Why, me parents they would not agree

I'm promised to a tailor."

But I was hot-shot eager to rifle her charms

"A guinea," says I, "for a roll in your arms"

The deal it was done, and we went upstairs

Meself and the trim-rigged doxy.



It was haul out the bow and let the stays'ls fall

And yardarm to yardarm bobbin'

Oh, me shot all gone, asleep I falls

And soon she turned to robbin'.

She robbed me pockets of all I had

And she took me boots from the end of the bed

Why, she even took a gold watch out from underneath me head

The saucy little trim-rigged doxy.



And when I'd found that she was gone

I started to roar like thunder.

Oh, me gold watch and me money too

She'd bore them away for plunder.

But it ain't for me watch nor me money too

For them I don't value; for I tell you true

I fear her little fire-bucket burned me bobstay through.

The saucy little trim-rigged doxy.



Recorded by Killen, 50 North to 50 North

@sailor @crime

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