As I walked out one evening,
t 'was on a night's career,
I met a pretty fire ship,
and towards her I did steer.
I heisted up my signal,
which she did quickly view,
And when she saw my bunting up,
she im mediately hoved to.
She had a dark and roving eye,
and her hair hung down in ringlets.
A nice girl, a decent girl,
but one of the rakish kind.
Excuse me, sir, said she to me,
for being out so late.
If my parents knew of this,
oh, sad would be my fate.
My daddy is a minister,
a good and righteous man
My mother is a Methodist,
I do the best I can
She had a dark and roving eye,
and her hair hung down in ringlets
A nice girl, a de cent girl,
but one of the rakish kind
I took her to a tavern,
I treated her with wine,
A little did I think
that she was of the rakish kind.
I handled her, I dandled her,
much to my surprise,
Turned out she was a pirate ship
rigged up in this disguise.
She had a dark and a roving eye,
And her hair hung down in ringlets.
She was a nice girl, a decent girl,
But one of the rakish kind.
Listen, all you sailor men
That sail upon the sea,
Beware of them, they're fire -ships,
One was the ruin of me.
Beware of them,
steer clear of them,
they'll be the death of you.
T 'was there I had my mizzen sprung,
and my strong box broken through.
She had a dark and roving eye,
and her hair hung down in ringlets.
A nice girl, a decent girl,
but one of the rakish kind.