The Welccome Sailor

All in the dead of the night
Darkness being over
The moon did give no light
No one could discover
Down by a riverside
Where ships were a-sailing
A lovely lass I spied
Weeping and a-wailing

And I boldly stepped up to her
Asking what grieved her
The answer that she gave
Was no one could relieve her
They pressed my love, cried she
To cross the wide ocean
And my heart is like the sea
Always in motion

Mark well, my love, cried he
Mark well my story
'Twas your true lover and I
Fought for old England's glory
But by a fatal shot
We both were parted
Deep was the wound he got
Though he died valiant-hearted

And he told me before he died
His heart was broken
Take this gold ring, said he
Take it as a token
Take this ring to my love
There is no one fairer
Tell her to be kind
And to love the bearer

She wrung her hands and cried
And flew up in anger
Begone, young man, said she
For I'll wed no stranger
He flew into her arms
He could stay no longer
God bless the wind, cried she
That brought you over
God bless the ship, cried she
That brought you over

Then they sat down and sang
But my love sang the clearest
Like a nightingale in the spring
Saying, you're welcome home, my dearest