A French Sailor's Scottish Sweetheart
William Johnson Cory
1823 - 1892
I can not forget my Jo;
I bid him be mine in sleep:
But battle and woe have changed him so,
There's nothing to do but weep.
My mother rebukes me yet, ---
And I never was meek before:
His jacket is wet, his lip cold set, ---
He'll trouble our home no more.
O, breaker of reeds that bend !
O, quencher of tow that smokes !
I'd rather descend to my sailor friend
Than prosper with lofty folks.
I'm lying beside the gowan
My Jo in the English bay;
I'm Annie Rowan, his Annie Rowan, --
He call'd me his Bien-Aimée.
I'll harken to all you quote,
Though I'd rather be dead and free;
The little he wrote in the sinking boat
Is Bible and charm to me.