Oh, when I was a tailor, I carried my bodkin and shears. When I was a weaver, I carried my roods and my gear. My temples also, my small clothes and reed in my hand.
All around my hat I will wear the green willow. All around my hat for a twelve-month and a day. And if anyone should ask me the reason why I'm wearing it.
Oh, it's in the evening after dark. When the blackleg miner creeps to work. His moleskin pants and dirty shirt. There goes the blackleg miner. . Well, he grabs his duds and down he goes.
A blacksmith courted me nine months or better. He fairly won my heart, wrote me a letter. With his hammer in his hand he looked so clever. And if I were with my love I would live forever.
What is it makes her to weep and to moan?. I am as a tall sailing ship out on the sea,. Where only long breezes reach out to me.. Chorus: And I'll set my sails of silver,.
Alison Gross that lives in yon tower. The ugliest witch in the North Country. Has trysted me one day up to her bower. And many a fair speech she made to me.
Do you remember what we promised when we met, my love?. There would never be a reason for regret, my love. The news has come to town, the news flies up and down.
As I walked down through Chatham Street. A fair maid I did meet,. She asked me to see her home--. She lived in Bleecker Street.. Chorus:. And away you santy, my dear honey,.
One misty moisty morning when cloudy was the weather. I met with an old man a-clothed all in leather. He was clothed all in leather with a cap beneath his chin.
There's your lords and ladies fine,. Riding in a coach and six,. Nothing to drink but claret wine,. Talking politicks.. London is a dainty place,. A great and gallant city!.
Said the Lord unto his Lady as he rode over the moss. "Beware of Long Lankin that lives amongst the gorse. Beware the moss, beware the moor, beware of Long Lankin.
As I walked out one morning. In the springtime of the year. I overheard a sailor boy. Likewise a lady fair. . They sang a song together. Made the valleys for to ring.
Sometime in October,. We sailed from England's shore,. When we sailed into a raging storm. Like I've never ever seen before;. And all of the crew they were brave men,.
Come all ye maids that live at a distance. Many a miles from off your swain. Come and assist me this very moment. For to pass away some time. Singing sweetly and completely.
There were three men. Came from the west. Their fortunes for to tell,. And the life of John Barleycorn. As well.. . They laid him in three furrows deep,.
Married him in April, lost him in July;. Listen to my story and I'll tell you why,. They said that he'd been poaching and stealing wine,. They said I wouldn't see him for a long long time..
Come all brother tradesment that travel along. O pray, come and tell me where the trade is all gone. Long time have I travelled, and I cannot find none.
Gaudete, gaudete! Christus est natus. Ex Maria virgine: Gaudete!. . Tempus adest gratiae, Hoc quod optabamus. Carmina laetitiae Devote redamus.. . Deus homo factus est Natura mirante,.
Late last night when the squire came home. Inquiring for his lady. Some denied and some replied. She's gone with the Black Jack Davey. . Go saddle to me the bonny brown steed.
What makes you go abroad fighting for strangers. When you could be safe at home free from all dangers?. A recruiting sergeant came our way. To an Inn nearby at the close of day.