Classic Poem

I was a young maid truly,
And lived in Sandgate Street.
I thought to marry a good man
To keep me warm at neet.

He's an ugly body, a bubbly body,
An ill-fared, hideous loon;
And I have married a keelman,
And my good days are done.

I thought to marry a parson
To hear me say my prayers:
But I have married a keelman
And he kicks me down the stairs.

I thought to marry a dyer
To die my apron blue;
But I have married a keelman
And he makes me sorely rue.

I thought to marry a joiner
To make me chair and stool;
But I have married a keelman,
And he's a perfect fool.

I thought to marry a sailor
To bring me sugar and tea;
But I have married a keelman
And that he lets me see.

He's an ugly body, a bubbly body,
An ill-fared, hideous loon;
And I have married a keelman,
And my good days are done.