All in the Downs the fleet was moored,
  The streamers waving in the wind,
When black-eyed Susan came aboard;
  “O, where shall I my true-love find?
Tell me, ye jovial sailors, tell me true
If my sweet William sails among the crew.”

William, who high upon the yard
  Rocked with the billow to and fro,
Soon as her well-known voice...