Portsmouth belle 2

O tattooed Nell, she was me girl, many a night in the alley. A penny and some rum, we'd have some fun and fun we'd have aplenty. O tattooed Nell, her tobacco smell, her wooden smile would carry. I'd have married that girl, O tattooed Nell, with the anchor on her belly. But the bells would toll as the sea would call and she'd many a boat to meet. So I bid farewell to old tattooed Nell as she hobbled up the street O tattooed Nell, she was me girl and in those eyes she'd always be.