Down by a crystal spring where the nightingale sing, Most pleasant it is in season to hear the groves ring. Down by a riverside a young captain I espied Entreating of his true love for to be his bride. "Dear Phyllis," says he, "Can you fancy me? All in your soft bowers a crown it shall be. And you shall take no pain, I will you maintain. My ship she's a-loaded, just come in from Spain." Wherever you dine there you shall dream of mine And so sweetly in the season when you will be mine. I do lay thee so well, I'll maintain you so fair, As no lady in the Navy with you can compare. If ever I prove false to my soft little girl, May the oceans turn desert and the elements move. For wherever I shall be I'll be constant to thee; My heart is all over if I rove through the sea. (Repeat first verse) Acknowledgements