And who are you, me pretty fair maid And who
When I was a wee thing and easy led astray
Of all the trades in England the beggin' is the
Black is the color of my true love`s hairHer lips
Lived a lady by the north sea shorelay the band
What shall we do with the drunken sailorearly in the
Left him up and carry him alongFire Maringo, fire him
oh well there wouldn`t be a sailor lad a sailin`on
Ye Jacobites by name, give an ear, give an ear!
There were three gypsies a come to my door, And
Ain't gonna work on the railroad Ain't gonna work on
Close to Banbridge town, in the county DownOne morning last
In the Village of Kildoran lived a maiden young and
Methinks I see a host of craft Spreading their sails
(Richard Thompson) This old house is a tumbling down The
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