When I was a serving maid, down in Drury Lane, My master was so kind to me, my mistress was the same. Then came a sailor, home from the sea, And he was the cause of all my misery.
Bell-bottom trousers, coat of navy blue, He can climb the rigging as his daddy used to do.
He asked for a candle to light him up to bed, He asked for a pillow to place beneath his head; And I, like a silly girl, thinking it no harm, Jumped into the sailor's bed to keep the sailor warm. Early in the morning, before the break of day, He handed me a five-pound note and this to me did say: "Maybe you'll have a daughter, maybe you'll have a son, Take this, my darling, for the damage I have done." "If you have a daughter, bounce her on your knee, But if you have a son send the rascal out to sea. Singing bell-bottom trousers, coat of navy blue, He'll climb the rigging as his daddy used to do."

Shay (An American Sailor's Treasury) gives this song with the same melody as Home, Dearie, Home.

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