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SALLY MUNRO Come all you young maidens I pray you attend Unto these few lines that I have here penned, To all the sad troubles that I did undergo Since I became acquainted with sweet Sally Munro. James Dickson's my name, I'm a blacksmith by trade, And in the town of Ayr I was born and bred From that town to Belfast I late did go; 'Twas there I got acquainted wi' sweet Sally Munro. I loved this young lassie as dear as my life; It was my intention to make her my wife, But though dearly I loved her, her parents said, "No" Which caused me to mourn for young Sally Munro. I unto this lassie a letter did send, It was by a comrade whom I thought a friend, But instead of a friend he proved to me a foe For he never gave the letter to my Sally Munro. He told her old parents to beware of me: He said I had a wife in my own country. Then said her old parents: "Since we've found it so, He never shall enjoy his sweet Sally Munro." I said if she'd come to Urie with me, In spite of her parents there married we'd be. She said: "No objections have I there to go, If you only prove constant to Sally Munro." "Here is my hand, love, and here is my heart; Till death separate us we never shall part." Next day in a coach we to Urie did go, And there I got married to young Sally Munro. It was at Newry Point the ship Newry lay With four hundred passengers ready for sea. We both paid our passage to Quebec also; 'Twas there I embarked wi' my Sally Munro. On the fourteenth of April our ship did set sail And hove down the Channel with a sweet pleasant gale The parting of friends caused some salt tears to flow, But I was quite happy wi' my Sally Munro. When dreading no danger we met with a shock When all of a sudden our ship struck a rock. Three hundred and sixty went all down below, And in among the number I lost Sally Munro. Many a man on that voyage lost his life And children they loved far dearer than life, Yet I was preserved and my salt tears do flow. Oh I mourn when I mind on my Sally Munro. It was from her parents I stole her away, Which will check my conscience till my dying day, But she said: "No objections have I now to go", And now I'll keep sighing for Sally Munro. Note: The Newry was wrecked in the Llewn Peninsula, N. Wales, in April, 1830. from the Oxford Book of Sea Songs, Palmer DT #402 Laws K11 @sailor @wreck @death filename[ SALMUNRO TUNE FILE: SALMUNRO CLICK TO PLAY RG |
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