While with loving words he began Belle to flatter.
And after he had drank the watter and handed back the jug,
He said, “You are the sweetest flower that’s to be found in Ruily”;
And he touched her bare arm as he spoke,
Which proved to be sailor Harry’s winning stroke.
But it would have been well for Belle had it ended there,
But it did not, for the sailor followed her, I do declare;
And he was often at old Mackinnon’s fireside,
And there for hours on an evening he would abide.
And Belle would wait on him with love-lit eyes,
While Harry’s heart would heave with many love sighs.
At last, one night Belle said, “I hear you’re going away.”
Then Harry Lochton said, “‘Tis true, Belie, and I must obey.
But, my heather Belle, if you’ll leave Ruily with me
I’ll marry you, with your father’s consent, immediately.”
Then she put her arms around his neck and said, “Harry, I will.”
Then Harry said, “You’ll be a sailor’s wife for good or ill.”
In five days after Belie got married to her young sailor lad,
And there was a grand wedding, and old Mackinnon felt glad;
And old Mackinnon slapped his son-in-law on the back
And said, “I hope good health and money you will never lack.”
At last the day came that Harry had to go away,
And Harry said, “God bless you, Belle, by night and day;
But you will come to Portsmouth and I will meet you there,
Remember, at the railway platform, and may God of you take care.”
And when she arrived in Portsmouth she was amazed at the sight,
But when she saw Harry her heart beat with delight;
And when the train stopped, Harry to her quickly ran,
And took her tin-box from the luggage van.
Then he took her to her new home without delay,
And the endless stairs and doors filled her heart with dismay;
But for that day the hours flew quickly past,
Because she knew she was with her Harry at last.
But there came a day when Harry was ordered away,
And he said, “My darling, I’ll come back some unexpected day.”
Then he kissed her at parting and “Farewell” he cries,
While the tears fell fast from her bonnie blue eyes.
Then when Harry went away she grew very ill,
And she cried, “If Harry stays long away this illness will me kill.”
At last Harry came home and found her ill in bed,
And he cried, “My heather Belle, you’re as pale as the dead.”
Then she cried, “Harry, sit so as I may see your face,
Beside me here, Harry, that’s just the place.”
Then on his shoulder she gently dropped her head;
Then Harry cried, “Merciful heaven, my heather Belle is dead!”