Were I laid on Greenland's Coast
Mac.
Were I laid on Greenland’s coast,
And in my arms embraced my lass,
Warm amidst eternal frost,
Too soon the half-year’s night would pass. Polly.
Were I sold on Indian soil,
Soon as the burning day was closed,
I could mock the sultry toil
When on my charmer’s breast reposed. Mac.
And I would love you all the day, Polly.
Every night would kiss and play, Mac.
If with me you’d fondly stray Polly.
Over the hills, and far away.
GM