The one I sing is "They don't write 'em like that anymore" from the writing of someone in Colorado -- or at least the west part of the USA. I got it from the singing of Carla Siaky back in 1985 or '86 -- Somewhere I have written down the name of the composer --

I'll sing you a song, it's not very long, if I can remember the words
If I can remember the words, if I can remember the words.

There was something about a bold sailor, lately returned to the shore
He's been sailig about the east Indies, but I don't remember no more.

There was also a fair pretty maiden, her name it was Nancy I'm sure,
She'd been waiting long years for him to return, but she couldn't wait anymore.

There were blackbirds, and blacksmiths, and thrushes, singing on every green spray,
Someone wore a black shawl, or was it nothing at all? And somehow I'm sure it was May.

Well he told her of cruel privations as they rounded the Horn in a gale,
but never a word of relations, with cabin boys, male or female.

Putting his hand in his pocket, a handful of broken tokens he chose
And he said to his own darling jewel, do your recognize any of those?

William, like all British sailors, had silver and gold in great store
So wedding bells chimed, to Wild Mountain Thyme
They don't write 'em like that anymore!