Ah, well who wouldn't be a sailor lad, a sailin' on the
Main
To gain the good will of his Captain's good name
He came ashore, one evening from the sea
And that was beginning of me own [bad word] love and me
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And it's home boys, home
Home I'd like to be, home for awhile
In me own country, where the oak and the ash and the
Bonny rowan tree
Are all a growin' greener, in the North Country

I asked her for a candle for to light me way to bed
Likewise for a handkerchief to tie around me head
She tended to me needs, like a young maid ought to do
Then I says to her, why don't you jump in with me too
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She jump into bed and makin' no alarm,
Thinking a young sailor lad could do to her no harm
I hugged her; I kissed her, the whole night long
Till she wished the short night had been seven years
Long
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Early next morning the sailor lad arose
And into Mary's apron, threw a handful of gold
Sayin' "Take this, my dear. For the damage that I've
Done,
For tonight I fear I've left you with a daughter or a
Son."
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And if it be a girl child, send her out to nurse
With gold in her pocket and with silver in her purse
And if it be a boy child, he'll wear the jacket blue
And go climbing up the riggin', like his daddy used to
Do
 [bad word]  [bad word] all of you fair maidens, a warning take be me
Never let a sailor lad an inch above your knee
I [bad word] one and he beguiled me
He left me with a pair of twins to dandle on me knee
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