Song Words Without The Chords
Well who wouldn't be a sailor lad,sailing on the main,
To gain the good will of his captain's good name,
He came ashore one evening for to be,
And that was the beginning of me old true love and me.
And it's home boys home,home I'd like to be,
Home for a while in me own country,
Where the Oak and the Ash,and the bonny Rowan tree,
Are all growing greener in the old country.
Well I asked her for a candle for to light me way to bed,
And likewise fora handkerchief to tie around me head,
She tended to me needs like a young maid aught to do,
And then I said to her now would you lep in with me too.
Well she jumped into bed making no alarm,
Thinking a young sailor lad could do to her no harm,
Well I hugged her and I kissed her the whole night long,
Till she wished the short night,had been seven years long.
Well early next morning the sailor lad arose,
And into Mary's apron threw a handful of gold,
Saying take this me dear for the mischief that ive done,
For tonight I fear I've left you with a daughter or a son.
Well if it be a girl child send her out to nurse,
With gold in her pocket and silver in her purse,
And if it be a boy child,he'll ware the jacket blue,
And go climbing up the riggin like his daddy used to do.