Saucy Sal - A sailors tale

A sailor boy was I on leave

A girl in every town

And once in port I'd waste no time

To pull their knickers down

In London there was little Nell

Near Liverpool lived Nancy

While Bristol harboured Jill and Jane

Who both did take my fancy.

In Plymouth fair I chanced to stray

One morning bright and early

And there I spied a pretty maid

Whose hair was long and curly

“Would you care to step out with me?”

I asked in tone quite pally

“I don’t mind if I do kind sir,”

She said, “My name is Sally.”

“But not today for I must work

Meet me tomorrow night at eight

And if you buy my beer and ale

You surely will enjoy our date

For I am gay and fancy free

And liberal with favour

If you would kindly spank my bum

My normal fee I’ll waver!”

Next day before our rendezvous

Not wishing to be bored

I met with Sue and Katie too

With both of them I scored

Then in the afternoon I met

A girl called Lizzie from the docks

Inside her knickers she me let
Down on the beach, behind some rocks.

At eight o’clock I made my way

Down to the Rose and Thistle

My throat was parched; I ordered ale

With which to whet my whistle

Then through the door behind me stepped

Young Sally for our meeting

Her eyes were flashing wild with rage

She spurned my cheery greeting

Confronting me my saucy Sal

So full of fun and frolics

A vicious oath at me did yell

And kicked me in the bollocks.

“Two timing rat!” she screamed, irate

“I've heard that you’ve been busy

Out dallying with Sue and Kate

And then with my friend Lizzie

“Now piss off back to sea,” she said

“Forget designs upon my bum

And if you come near me again

I’ll go and tell my mum!”

So friends heed warning from this tale

The next time a pretty girl you dates

If time to spare, for goodness sake

Don’t spend it with some of her mates.