Oh, who wouldn't be a sailor lad a-sailing on the main, To gain the good will of his captain, well that is what's to Blame; For I stepped ashore one evening, on a summer's spree, And that was the beginning of the whole calamity.
CHORUS: And it's home, boys, home; home I'd like to be, Home for a while in me ain countaree, With the oak, and the ash, and the bonnie rowan tree, There all blooming free in the North Countaree!
Well, I asked her for a hankerchief to tie around me head, Likewise for a candle to light my way to bed; Well, she tended to my needs, like a young maid ought to do, So I upped and asked her if she wouldn't nestle with me too.
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Well, she hopped into my bed now, taking no alarm, Thinking a young sailor lad to her could do no harm; And I hugged her and I kissed her, all the night through, 'Till she wished that the short night had beensevenyears long.
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Early the next morning, the sailor lad arose, And into Mary's pocket poured a pocket full of gold; Saying take this, my dear, for the mischief I have done, For tonight I feel I've left you with a daughter or a son.
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Well, if it be a girl child, send her off to nurse, With silver in her pocket, and gold up in her purse; But if it be a boy child, give him the jacket blue, He'll be climbing up the rigging like his daddyclimbedup you.
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Well, come all ye fair maidens, take this advice from me; Never let a sailor lad an inch above your knee; For I trusted one, and he beguiled me, He left me with a pair of twins to dangle on my knees!
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