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HAVE YOU SEEN MY MISSUS. THE BLACK FLAG. · 2010-04-02 · HAVE YOU SEEN MY MISSUS. YOU'VE heard my...
Transcript of HAVE YOU SEEN MY MISSUS. THE BLACK FLAG. · 2010-04-02 · HAVE YOU SEEN MY MISSUS. YOU'VE heard my...
HAVE YOU SEEN MY MISSUS. YOU'VE heard my children two
Seeking for each other; My daughter left her home first,
Soon followed by her brother. But there never was so sad
And wicked world as this is, My family—all are mad
And now I've lost my missus. Toora loora la, toora loora loddy, &c
I've studied well my home, From the first time I did woo her,
But never thought she'd roam, Such a husband I've been to her.
She's taken all the plate, But far much worse than this is,
I fear she's got a mate, Now have you seen my missus ?
Toora, loora, &c. Since I saw her last,
None know what I suffer, Every one I ask
Calls me poor old buffer, If I could see her now,
I'd smother her with kisses; I 'm a wretched man I vow,
Now have you seen my missus ? Toola loola, &c.
She took my watch and purse, A case with ring and pin in,
Add then, to make it worse, Pawned every bit of linen,
I could forgive her that, To enjoy the marriage blisses,
For I've lost all my fat, Since I have lost my missus.
Toola, loora, &c. That wretched house of mine,
I cannot bear to enter, For there's the portrait fine
Hanging in the centre. I oft gaze at the head
And fancy naught amiss is, Till I tumble into bed,
It 's then I miss my missus. Toora, loora, &c.
Wretched there I lay, Till the morn is beaming,
And when I fall asleep, Strange things I am dreaming,
I awake quite full of qualms; A hard case you'll say this is,
With a bolster in my arms, Instead of having missus.
Toora, loora, &c Her bonnet is a poke,
With a light blue feather in it, She wears a polka cloak,
And sings like any linnet, Should you a woman meet,
With such a dress as this is, A bottle I'll stand treat
If you'll bring back my missus
THE
BLACK FLAG.
William M'Call, Printer, No. 4, Cartwright Place, Byrom- street, Liverpool.
OH, ever a rover's life for me, A gallant bark and a rolling sea,
On my own proud deck like a king I'd stand Where brave hearts bow to their chief's
command. Wi th canvass spread where'er I roam, The deep, deep sea to me's a home, And my heart on that would ever be, Wi th a black flag roving gallantly.
The deep, &c.
Though thunder storm and lightning flash, Onward my bark will proudly dash, Swift as the flight of the hawk she'll sail, And bravely ride through the widest gale. We ' l l shun no foe, and strike to none, W i t h bright sword gleaming, or mounted
gun ; But we'll meet them still on the broad blue
sea, Wi th a black flag waving gallantly.