A sailor's greatest deligh is,
Oh to love a pretty girl, ha, ha,
But if she shows herself to be false,
Oh, she shall have no joy for me,
Ch: Rosabella Fredolin!
I sailed away and said farewell,
And all too soon she me betrayed.
It is well seen what she gave me,
Who could get hold of another's heart.
Those letters which I wrote to her,
She tore them all, into small bits;
She made them into hair curlers,
And oh, that has really made my heart ache.
A ropemaker's daughter is she whom
I am singing this song about.
She likes to dance and it's sure,
She'll end on the floor with a bottle.
And to her is this directed,
That one can come there when one will.
She has everything ready;
Tobacco and pipe one finds there.
Now I am singing my farewell song,
And thank all the girls for this time.
Come, seamen, keep up your good spirits
And drink up since the girl's fancies awake.