The sky-lark - National Library of Scotland

THE SKY-LARK.
My precious limb was lopp'd off,
I, when they eas'd my pain,
Thanked God I was not poppM off.
And went to sea again.
Yet still am I enabled,
To bring up in life's rear,
Although I'm quite disabled,
And lie in Greenwich tier ;
The King, God bless his royalty,
Who saved me from the main,
I'll praise, with love and loyalty,
But ne'er to sea again.
GJLEE.—'TWAS YOU, SIR.
'Twas you sir, 'twas you sir,
I tell you nothing new, sir,
'Twas you that kiss'd the pretty girl,
'Tvvas you, sir, you
! ;
'Tis true, sir, 'tis true, sir,
You look so very blue, sir,
I'm sure you kiss'd the pretty girl,
Tis true, sir, true
0, sir, no, sir,
How can you wrong me so, sir ?
I did not kiss the pretty girl,
But I know who.