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LASS OF ROCH ROYAL 1 O who will shoe my pretty little feet, Who will glove my hand ? Who will kiss my ruby lips When you're in the foreign land? 2 Your papa can shoe your pretty little feet, Your mama can glove your hand. I will kiss your ruby lips When I come home again. 3 O, if I had a sailing boat And men to sail with me - I'd sail tonight to my own love Since he will not sail to me. 4 Her father made her a sailing boat He sent her to the strand; She put her baby on her lap And turned her back to land. 5 She hadn't been a-sailing about three weeks, It was not more than four, When she had brought her sailing boat Right up to her lover's door. 6 She's took her baby in her arms And to his door she's gone - She called, she cried, she called again But answer got she none. 7 The night was dark and the wind was cold, Her lover was asleep, And the baby in fair Annie's arms Begun to cry and weep. 8 O open the door, my own true love, Open the door I pray - For your young child that's in my arms Will be dead before it is day. 9 Go away, you wild woman, For here you cannot stay, Go drown you in the salt salt sea Or hang on the gallows tree. 1O O don't you mind, my own true love, When we were at the wine - We changed the rings from our fingers And the best of them was mine. 11O don't you mind my true love, The vows you made to me? You made an oath and it bound us both For the years that are to be. 12 Go away, go away, you wild woman, Here you can't come in Go drown you in the salt salt sea Or hang on the gallows pin. 13 The cock did crow and the sun did rise And into the window peep; Then up he rose, her own true love And sorely did he weep. 14 O mother, I dreamed of my true love She lives across the sea; I dreamed she stood at our front door A-weeping loud for me. 15 There were a lady here last night With a baby in her arms; (I did not let her in to you For fear she'd do you harm. 16 He ran, he ran to the salt sea shore And looked out on the foam And there he saw fair Annie's boat Go a-tossing toward her home. 17 He called, he cried, he waved his hand, He bid her sore to stay, The more he called and the more he cried, The louder roared the sea. 18 The wind did blow and the sea did roar, It tossed her boat on shore. It laid his true love to his feet, But he saw his son no more. 19 The first he kissed her rev'ly cheek, And then he kissed her chin - Then he kissed her rev'ly lips, There was no breath within. filename[LORDGRG4 Feb07 |
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