Classic Poem

As I strolled out one evening, out for a night's career,
I spied a lofty fire ship and after her did steer.
I hoisted her my siganals which she very quickly knew;
And when she seed my bunting fly she immediately hove to. C HOURS :
She's a dark and rolling eye,
And her hair hung down in ringalets.
She was a nice girl, a decent girl,
But one of the rakish kind.

" Oh, sir, you must excuse me for being out so late,
For if my parents knew of it, sad would be my fate.
My father he's a minister, a good and honest man,
My mother she's a Methodist, and I do the best I can. "

C HORUS

I took her to a tavern and I treated her to wine,
Little did I think she belonged to the rakish kind.
I handled her, I dandled her, and found to my surprise,
She was nothing but a fire ship, rigged up in a disguise.

C HORUS