’Twas pleasant and delightful one midsummer’s morn
To view the green fields all covered with corn
And the blackbird and thrush sang on every green spray
And the larks they sang melodious at the dawning of the day.
A sailor and his true love were walking one day
Said the sailor to his true love, ‘I’m bound far away:
I’m bound for the East Indies, where loud cannons do roar.
I must go and leave you, Nancy: you’re the girl that I adore.’
Then the ring from off her finger she instantly drew
Saying, ‘Take this, darling Willie, and my heart will go too.’
And as she embraced her tears from her eyes fell
Saying, ‘May I go along with you?’ ‘Oh no, my love, farewell.’
‘So fare thee well, my darling Nancy, I’m bound far away.
The ship is a-waiting out there in the bay.
The anchor is hoisted: she waits the next flowing tide,
And if ever I return again I will make you my bride.’
Barry and Jean Kilgariff, voices
Ray Shaw, piano