Traditional Folk Lyrics

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Oh the ocean waves may roll, And the stormy winds may blow
And if you kiss my cold clay lips, your days they won't be long.
Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme,
I'll be true to my love if my love will be true to me
And he has drawn his good broad sword, that hung down by his knee
Oh, all the comrades e'er I had, They're sorry for my going away
From Ushant to Scilly is thirty-five leagues
Come and sit by my side if you love me, do not hasten to bid me adieu
As I roved out thro' Dublin city At the hour of twelve o'the night
Oh don't deceive me, Oh never leave me, How could you use a poor maiden so?
Way, hay, up she rises early in the morning!
He sailed East, he sailed West, he sailed unto proud Turkey.
Alas, my love you do me wrong to cast me off discourteously
My childhood days bring back sad reflections of happy times I spent so long ago
Here's a health to all lovers that are loyal and just! Here's confusion to the rival that lives in distrust
There was three men came out of the west their fortunes for to try
In Scarlet Town, where I was born, There was a fair maid dwellin'
With nasty pitch to soil his hands and to sail across the stormy sea
When I am king, dilly dilly, you shall be queen
Strange news has come to town, strange news is carried

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Created Oct 25, 2010SourceReportNominate
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