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OUR SHIP SHE LIES IN HARBOUR There lays a ship in harbour, just ready to set sail Crying, "Heav'n shall be my guard, my love, till I return again, Till I return again." Crying, "Heav'n shall be my guard, my love, Till I return again. Says the old man to the daughter "What makes you so lament?" "Oh! the lad that you have sent to sea He can give my heart content." "So, if that's your inclination," The old man did reply, "I hope he will continue there And on the seas may die." When nine long months were over And ten long tedious days, She saw his ship come siling in With her true love home from sea. "Yonder sits my angel She's waiting there for me And tomorrow to the church we'll go And married we will be." When we had been into the church And turning back again, We met her honour's father And several gentlemen. He says, "My dearest daughter, Five hundred pounds I'll give, If you forsake that sailor lad And come with me to live. "No, it's not your gold that glitters Nor yet your silver that shines, I'm married to the lad I love And I'm happy in my mind." note: A somewhat removed variant of Lowlands of Holland From Constant Lovers, Purslow @sailor @love @family filename[ LOWHOL11 TUNE FILE: SHIPLIES CLICK TO PLAY RG APR99 |
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