richard thompson
a sailor's life
A sailor's life, it is a merry life He robs young girls of their heart's delight Leaving them behind to weep and mourn They never know when they will return "Well, there's four and twenty all in a row My true love he makes the finest show He's proper, tall, genteel withal And if I don't have him, I'll have none at all" "Oh, father build for me a bonny boat That on the wide ocean I may float And every Queen's ship that we pass by There I'll inquire for my sailor boy" They had not sailed long upon the deep When a Queen's ship they chanced to meet "You sailors all, pray tell me true Does my sweet William sail among your crew?" "Oh no, fair maiden, he is not here For he's been drownded, we greatly fear On yon green island, as we passed it by There we lost sight of your sailing boy" Well, she rung her hands and she tore her hair She was like a young girl in great despair And her little boat against a rock did run "How can I live now? My sweet William is gone