in Immortalia (1927). It is published as lyrics only with no indication of key or meter. "Who is knocking at my door," Said the fair young maiden. "Who is knocking at my door," Said the fair young maiden. "Open the door and let me in," Said Ballochy Bill the sailor; "Open the door and let me in," Said Ballochy Bill the sailor. "You may sleep upon the floor," Said the fair young maiden. "To hell with the floor, I can't fuck that," Said Ballochy Bill the sailor. "You may lie down at my side," Said the fair young maiden. "To hell with your side, I can't fuck that," Said Ballochy Bill the sailor. "You may lie between my thighs," Said the fair young maiden. "What've you got between your thighs?" Said Ballochy Bill the sailor. "O, I've got a nice pin-cushion," Said the fair young maiden. "And I've got a pin that will just fit in," Said Ballochy Bill the sailor. "But what if we have a baby?" Said the fair young maiden. "Strangle the bastard and throw him away," Said Ballochy Bill the sailor. "But what about the law, sir," Said the fair young maiden. "Kick the bleeders out on their ass," Said Ballochy Bill the sailor. "But what if there's an inquest?" Said the fair young maiden. "Then shove the inquest up your cunt," Said Ballochy Bill the sailor. "And what about my paw and maw?" Said the fair young maiden. "Fuck your maw, and bugger your paw," Said Ballochy Bill the sailor. "Whenever shall I see you?" Said the fair young maiden. "Whenever shall I see you?" Said the fair young maiden. "Never no more you dirty whore," Said Ballochy Bill the sailor. "Never no more you dirty whore," Said Ballochy Bill the sailor. Abraham Brown The Sailor (date unknown) Walter Newton Henry Harding (1883-1973) collected over 15,000 ballads from mostly 19th-century, with many 18th-century items. Among them is an undated transcript of Abraham Brown The Sailor, noted as being to the tune of My Heart and Lute. It is presented below as originally typeset. Who is it knocks at our door, Says a very nice young lady. Who is it, &c. It's I myself and nobody else, Says Abraham Brown the Sailor, Ti's I myself, &c. Oh! open the door and let him in, Says this very nice young lady, And where am I to sleep