Then I'll haste to wed a sailor and send him off to sea  For a life of independence is the pleasant life for me  But every now and then I would like to see his face  For it always seems to me to beam with a manly grace  With his brow so nobly open and his dark and kindly eye  Oh my heart beats fondly towards him whenever he is nigh  But when he says goodbye me love I'm off across the sea  First I cry for his departure then I laugh because I'm free     -- Eliza Brock, 18th Century Islander     Oh I'm a man that's handsome, I'm strapping and I'm young  And when I gotta job to do, the job gets fuckin' done  I want a love to keep me happy I want a love that's true  And of all my past endeavors if it's smitten then I'm with you  So I'll put on my buckle and shoe and I'll comb up me hair  And I lighten up my belt and shirt so it's handsome I'll appear  And I'll work both day and night to keep the money rolling in  So I can come back to my love, so I can see you again     Oh to walk the street or countryside whatever I may know  I know that I will be O.K. where ever it is I go  So I'm sorry I don't want children to follow at my feet  I'm happy by myself not chasing kids into the street  Oh I wasn't born for marrying for the game or for the blame  And when my friends do call me I like hearing my own name  But when he says goodbye my dear, I'm off across the sea  First I cry for his departure, then I laugh because I'm free