Short Jacket and White Trousers

Short jacket and white trousers this young girl she put on
And like a gallant seaman bold went rolling through the town
She did sign on with our Captain Blair a sailor for to be
And it was to seek her own true love all on the raging sea
One night as she sat drowsing, she was ready for her bed
Our captain heaved a sigh and said, «Oh, I wish you was a maid
Your cherry cheek and ruby lip they have beguiled me
And I’ve often wished with all my heart you could my sweetheart be.»
«Oh hold your tongue, dear Captain, you know such talk’s in vain
And if our shipmates come to know they would make sport and game
But when that we do get ashore some pretty girls we’ll find
For to ramble along with us bold lads, seeing you’re that way inclined.»
It’s about a few days after we reached the London shore
And this gal put on her petticoats which made the captain roar
«Oh, a sailor I have been on board but a maid I’m going ashore
And you’ve missed your chance, dear Captain, so farewell for ever more.»