A sailor's life, it is a merry life.He robs young girlsof their hearts' delight,Leaving them behind to weep and mourn,They never know when they will return.Well, there's four and twenty all in a row,My true love he makes the finest show.He's proper tall, genteel and all,And if I don't have him,I'll have none at all.Oh, father, build for me a bonny boatThat on the wide ocean I may float,And every Queen's shipthat we pass by,There I'll enquire for my sailor boy.They had not sailed long upon the deep,When a Queen's ship they chanced to meet."You sailors all, pray tell me true,Does my sweet William sailamong your crew?""Oh no, fair maiden, he is not here,For he's been drownded we greatly fearOn yon green islandas we passed it by,There we lost sight of your sailor boy."Well, she wrung her hands and she tore her hair.She was like a young girlin great despair.And her little boat against a rock did run."How can I live nowmy sweet William is gone?"
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