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 &emsp;And as for bad weather &emsp;We'll brave it together, And you shall creep under my lee, My wee! And you shall creep under my lee!

For you are such a smart little craft— Such a neat little, sweet little craft, &emsp;Such a bright little, tight little, &emsp;Slight little, light little, Trim little, prim little craft!

For she is such, etc.

My hopes will be blighted, I fear, My dear; In a month you'll be going to sea, Quite free, &emsp;And all of my wishes &emsp;You'll throw to the fishes As though they were never to be; Poor me! As though they were never to be.

And I shall be left all alone To moan, And weep at your cruel deceit, Complete; &emsp;While you'll be asserting &emsp;Your freedom by flirting With every woman you meet, You cheat— With every woman you meet!

Though I am such a smart little craft— Such a neat little, sweet little craft, &emsp;Such a bright little, tight little, &emsp;Slight little, light little, Trim little, prim little craft!

Though she is such, etc.