Traditional Folk Lyrics

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Can you name the traditional song from the lyric?

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

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