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THE YOUNG SAILOR LAD I'm sorry I'm sorry my fortune's been bad Sincc I've faun in love wi a young sailor lad He courted me early both night and by day And now he's gone and left me he's gone far away. There was three curly locks in my laddie's black hair His three curly locks did my poor heart ensnare His red rosey cheeks and his dark rolling eyes And his false flattering tongue did my poor heart entice. But if it be a boy he shall fight for his King An if it be a girl she shall wear a gold ring Shall wear a gold ring all stamped in gold An that'll let them know she's a young sailor bold. A bunch o blue ribbons I'll lay up with care To tie up the curls o my laddie's black hair An when he comes home again I'll crown him wi joy An' kiss the sweet lips o my young sailor boy. Additional verse ( follows verse 2; also from Grieg-Duncan--Mrs Cruickshank): Some of my comerades says I am beguiled And some of my friends says that I am with child; But I'll keep myself easy, let them say what they will While there is blood in my veins I'll adore my love still. note: A Scots sort-of version of If I Was a Blackbird. The first tune is a slight variant of Inniskillen Dragoon. RG From the Grieg Duncan Folk Song Collection Collected from Margaret Gillespie, 1905 @sailor @bastard @parting filename[ YNGSAILR TUNE FILE: YNGSAILR CLICK TO PLAY TUNE FILE: YNGSAILR.2 CLICK TO PLAY RG |
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