H.M.S. Rose off Ferryland, August 1995. Printed from shanty.rendance.org Site contents © 1993-2009 Andrew Draskóy excepting product images and lyrics.
Trim Rigged Doxy - as sung by Jon Gothard, July 19, 1989

I am a sailor both brisk and bold
  And a long time have I sailed the ocean
And if you want to know my name
  My name it is Jack Johnson
Shipmates I'll bid you adieu
  No more to sea will I go along with you
But to ramble this country through and through
  And I'll be a ramblin' sailor

When I was a walking out one day
  Down by the London River
A pretty little fair maid I chanced to spy
  Now we walked along together
Her lips were like two roses red
  A fine feather bonnet was covering her head
So I took the harboard on her, she said she was a maid
  That saucy little trim-rigged doxy

I shan't and I can't go along with you
  You saucy ramblin' sailor
My parents now they would not agree
  And I'm promised to a tailor
But I was all too eager to sample all her charms
  A dearest guinea to roll in your arms
Well the deal was done, up stairs we went
  That's me and the trim-rigged doxy

Well it's all on the bone and let your stays'ls fall
  We was yard after yard a boppin'
Me shot-locker empty, it's asleep I fall
  Was then that she took to robbin'
She emptied all me pockets of all that I had
  She even took the boots from the end of the bed
She even took the gold watch from underneath me head
  `That saucy little trim-rigged doxy

Next mornin' bright I awoke
  And I started to roar like thunder
For all of me money now, me gold watch too
  She'd bore them away for plunder
'Twas not for me money, nor me gold watch too
  For these had value, but to tell you true
To think a little fireball could burn me boxty through
  That saucy little trim-rigged doxy
To think a little fireball could burn me boxty through
  That saucy little trim-rigged doxy