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Lyr Add: Till the Tide Comes In

18 Mar 00 - 11:12 AM (#197194)
Subject: Lyr Add: TILL THE TIDE COMES IN
From: Conrad Bladey (Peasant- Inactive)

Till the Tide Comes In

While strolling down by Sandgate Street,
A shipmate there I chanc'd to meet;
"I'll treat you with a pint of gin,"
Says he, "until the tide comes in",

Till the tide comes in, till the tide comes in,
Right merry will we be till the tide comes in;
We'll music bring, and dance and sing
And kiss the pretty girls till the tide comes in

I took in tow young sqauinting Meg,
Who well in the dance could shake her leg;
My friend hawl'd Oyster Molly in,
And we jigg'd them about till the tide came in,

Till the tide came in, 'till the tide came in,
Righ merry were we till the tide came in;
We danc'd till the sweat ran o'er each chin,
And kept up the splore till the tide came in.

We staid with them till break of day,
When we ask'd the landlord what to pay?
"You've drank," says he, "nine pints of gin,"
So we paid him the shot, for the tide was in,

For the tide was in, for the tide was in,
How the girls did grieve that the tide was in,
But we promis'd them to meet again
At a future time when the tide was in.
-Source: Lyrics: Songs from the Manuscript Collection of John Bell.,
D.I Harker ed.


30 Sep 17 - 06:36 PM (#3879530)
Subject: RE: Lyr Add: Till the Tide Comes In
From: FreddyHeadey

The Unthanks 2010 Till the Tide Comes In
https://youtu.be/v8IGEXHrlHY


17 Oct 17 - 03:32 PM (#3882848)
Subject: Lyr Add:TILL THE TIDE COMES IN
From: Jim Dixon

From A Collection of Songs, Comic and Satirical, Chiefly in the Newcastle Dialect... by Thompson, Shield, Midford, and others (Newcastle upon Tyne: J. Marshall, 1819), page 61:


TILL THE TIDE COMES IN.

While strolling down sweet Sandgate street,
A man o' war's blade I chanc'd to meet;
To the sign of the Ship I haul'd him in,
To drink a good glass, till the tide came in.
    Till the tide came in, &c.

I took in tow young Squinting Meg,
Who well in the dance could shake her leg:
My friend haul'd Oyster Mally in,
And we jigg'd them about till the tide came in.
    Till the tide came in, &c.

We bows'd away, till the break of day,
Then ask'd what shot we had to pay?
You've drank, said the host, nine pints of gin;
So we paid him his due?now the tide was in.
    Now the tide was in, &c.