Home Boys Home

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 beginning 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 me own country

Where the oak and the ash and the bonny rowan tree

Are all a-growin green in the old country

Well I asked 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 seven 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

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