She’d a black and rolling eye (sailor version)

From Bodleian Ballads 

As I walked out one morning. 
All in the month of May,
I met a pretty fair maid,
Most beautiful and gay.
Her shoes they were of Velvet,
Her stockings they were silk,
Her shift it was of Hollands fine
And her breast as white as milk.

She had a black and rolling eye,
To my fal de lal ral laddy, O, 
She is a nice little girl,
And one of the rakish crew.

I took her to a tavern,
And I called for cakes and wine,
But little did I drink,
She was of a rakish crew,
I took her to a tavern,
As you shall understand,
She said kind sir I am a maid,
Be easy as you can

She said kind sir excuse me,
For staying out so late,
My parents would be angry,
And sad would be my fate,
My father is a preacher,
A good and pious man,
My mother is a Methodist,
And I'm a true Briton.

Come all you able Seaman,
That plough the raging main,
That get a little money,
I called wind and rain.
I'd have you shunned those fiery ships,
All you will surely rue,
Or else you'll get your cobbles sprung
And set on fire too