The Unfortunate Miss Bailey |
A captain bold from Halifax Once left his captain quarters, Seduced a maid who hanged herself One morning in her garters. His wicked conscience smitted him, He lost his stomach daily, He took to drinking turpentine And thought upon Miss Bailey. |: Oh! Miss Bailey, unfortunate Miss Bailey! :|
2. One night while sleeping on his ship, |
3. Away, Miss Bailey, he implored, You don't affright me, really, Dear Captain Smith, the ghost replied, You've used me ungenteely. The coroner was hard on me, Because I acted fraily, The Parson would not bury me, Though I'm a dead Miss Bailey. |: Oh! Miss Bailey, unfortunate Miss Bailey! :|
4. You won't believe me when I say, |