Short Jacket and White Trousers

Short jacket and white trousers this fair maid she's put on
And like a dashing sailor bold went roaring through the town
She was signed up by Captain Blair, a sailor for to be
And all to seek her own true love all on the raging sea

One night as she lay drowsing, she was ready for her bed
Our captain heaved a sigh and said, “I wish you was a maid
Your cherry cheeks and ruby lips they have beguiled me
And I've often wished with all my heart you could my sweetheart be”

“But hold your tongue, dear Captain, you know such talk's in vain
For if our shipmates should come to hear they would make sport and gamе
But when that we do go ashore somе pretty girls we'll find
For to ramble along with us bold lads, seeing as you're that way inclined”

It was some six weeks later they reached the London shore
This maid appeared in her petticoats which made the captain roar
“Oh, a sailor I have been aboard but a maid I'm going ashore
And you've lost your chance, dear Captain, so farewell for ever more”