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Home Boys Home Guitar Chords And Lyrics By The Dubliners, A Traditional song with Luke Kelly on vocals.

Well[D] who wouldn't be a sailor lad,sailing on the main,
To[A] gain the good will of his[D] captain's good name,
He came[G] ashore one[D] evening for to[A] be,
And that was the beginning of me old true love and[D] me.
And[D] it's home boys home,home I'd like to be,
[G]Home for a[D] while in me own[A] country,
Where the[D] Oak and the[G] Ash,and the[D] bonny Rowan[A] tree,
Are all growing greener in the old[D] 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.



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