Won't you take me with you for a little fly?

If the Pirates catch you, I'll shoot 'em with my eye.

CAPTAIN.

Come, Manhattan Maiden, share the sailor's pains.

If the Pirates catch me, save me from their chains.

Meantime mark the sailor mount the topmast high,

Till his trim tarpaulin almost scrapes the sky,

Luffing to the starboard, tacking o'er the bay,

Thus Manhattan Captains sail their lives away.

MAIDEN.

Who's the girl out yonder reaching up so high,

With her jack-o'-lantern darkening up the sky?

Do you think she's pretty? Do you think it pays

Standing up so bare like, with no polonaise?

CAPTAIN.

Now, Manhattan Maiden, 'tis the Law Marine

No form but that of Captain must on this Bay be seen;

So look at me, my maiden, mark my windward eye,

Neptune his sweet Venus loves no more than I.

Luffing to the starboard, tacking o'er the bay

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