ve sails in, in the top riggin» I would there build my next, I «d flutter my wings o» er her lilly white breast.sailed o «er the ocean, my fortune to seekI missed her caress and her kiss on my cheekreturned and I told her my love was still warmshe turned away lightlygreat was her scorn., if I was a blackbird could whistle and sing, »d follow the vessel my true love sails in, in the top riggin« I would there build my next, I »d flutter my wings o« er her lilly white breast.offered to take her to Donnybrook Fairto buy her fine ribbons to tie up her hairoffered to marry and to stay by her sideshe says in the morningsails with the tide., if I was a blackbird could whistle and sing, »d follow the vessel my true love sails in, in the top riggin« I would there build my next, I »d flutter my wings o« er her lilly white breast.parents, they chide me, oh they will not agreethat me and my false love, married should never belet them deprive me, or let them do what they willthere »s breath in my body's the one I love still.
Unquiet Grave
Cold blows the wind to my true love, gently drops the rain. «ve never had but one true love, in green-wood he lies slain.» ll do as much for my true love , any young girl may, 'll sit and mourn all on his grave, twelve months and a day.when twelve months and a day was passed, ghost did rise and speak,
«Why sittest thou all on my gravewill no let me sleep?»
«Go fetch me water from the desert, blood from out the stone, fetch me milk from a fair maid's breastyoung man never has known.»
«My breast is cold as clay, breath is earthly strong, if you kiss my cold clay lips, days they won't be long.»
«How oft on yonder grave, sweetheart, we were want to walk, fairest flower that e'er I sawwithered to a stalk.»
«When will we meet again, sweetheart, will we meet again?»
«When the autumn leaves that fall from the treesgreen and spring up again.»
Nancy
Farewell, my dearest Nancy,
Since I must now leave you;
Unto the salt seas
I am bound for to go;
But let my long absence
Be no trouble to you,
For I shall return
In the spring, as you know.
Like some pretty little sea boy,
I will dress and go with you;
In the deepest of danger,
I shall stand your friend;
In the cold stormy weather,
When the winds are a blowing;
My dear, I shall be willing
To wait on you then.
Your pretty little hands,
Can't handle our tackle,
And your pretty little feet
On our top mast can't go;
And the cold stormy weather,
Love, you ne'er can endure,
Therefore, dearest Nancy,
To the seas do not go.
So farewell, my dearest Nancy,
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