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RATCLIFFE HIGHWAY As I was a walking down Ratcliffe Highway A flash looking packet I chanced for to see I hailed her in English, she answered me clear I'm from the Blue Anchor bound for the Black Bear Sing too relye addie, sing too relye ay. She had up her colors, her masthead was low She was round in the counter and bluff in the bow She was blowing along with the wind blowing free She clewed up her courses and waited for me I tipped up my flipper, I took her in tow And yardarm to yardarm away we did go She lowered her topsail, t'gansail and all Her lily-white hand on my reef-tackle fall I said, "My fair maiden, it's time to give o'er For twixt wind and water you've run me ashore My shot locker's empty, my powder's all spent I can't fire a shot for it's choked round the vent" Here's luck to the girl with the black curly locks Here's luck to the girl who run Jack on the rocks Here's luck to the doctor who eased all his pain He's squared his mainyards, he's a-cruising again. @bawdy @sailor @doctor from Sedley Seeds of Love from Hugill and Doerflinger filename[ RATCLIF2 TUNE FILE: RATCLIF2 CLICK TO PLAY SOF |
Ratcliffe Highway (from The Penguin Book Of English Folk Songs) |
