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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?'

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 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.

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 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'

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, 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.'

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

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.

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

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