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Oh well, who wouldn´t be a sailor lad a sailin´ on the main,
To gain the good will of his captain´s good name?
He came ashore one evening for to be,
And that was the begining of my own true love and me.

And it´s home, boys home,
Home, I´d like to be home
For a while in me own country,
Where the oak and the ash and the bonny rowan tree
Are all agrowin´ green in the old country

Well I asked her for a candle for to light me up to bed
And likewise for a handkerchief to tie around me head.
She tended to me needs like a young maid ought to do,
So then I says to her, ´Now won´t you leap in with me too?´

Well she jumped into bed, making no alarm,
Thinking a young sailor lad could do to her no harm.
Well I hugged her and I kissed her the whole night long,
Till she wished the short night had been nine years long.

Well early next morning the sailor lad arose
And into Mary´s apron threw a handful of gold
Saying, ´Take this me dear for the mischief that I´ve done
For tonight I fear I´ve left you with a daughter or a son´

´Well, if it be a girl child, send her out to nurse,
With gold in her pocket and with silver in her purse,
And if it be a boy child he´ll wear the jacket blue
And go climbing up the rigging like his daddy used to do.´

Oh come all of you fair maidens, a warning take by me,
And never let a sailor lad an inch above your knee,
For I trusted one and he beguiled me,
He left me with a pair of twins to dangle on me knee.