Luke Abbott - A Sailor Being Tired lyrics

'Tis a sailor being tired, well, he hung down his head 'Tis a sailor being tired, well, he hung down his head He asked the little maid to show him the bed Well, she showed him the bed like a maid ought to do Well, she showed him the bed like a maid ought to do Say, it's come my little honey won't you come to bed too It's a maid being young, not thinking any harm She got into the bed, rolled up into his arms It's what I done there, well I wouldn't tell here But I wish that night coulda been a long year It's a six months pa**ed, and eight rolled by It's a six months pa**ed, and eight rolled by It's her shoes they wasn't bu*toned, Lord, her apron wasn't tied If it is a girl, just dress it in red Bounce it on your knee, Lord, comb it's curly head If it is a boy-child, name it after me Put a pistol in its pocket, Lord, and send him to the sea Put a pistol in its pocket, Lord, and dress him in blue Tell it to hug the women like his daddy used to do