Broken Ring
I was sitting by my window
A fair young man he passed me by
He looked at me as if he knew me
And he said young girl will you fancy I
Fancy you a man of honor
A maid of honor I'll never be
For I've been waiting on a sailor
Whose home is far across the sea
Seven years I loved a sailor
Seven years he's been at sea
Seven more I'll wait for him
Till he returns for to marry me
Why young girl you are so foolish
To wait upon that lad so long
Perhaps he's sick, perhaps he's married
Or perhaps he's dead in some foreign land
Well if he's sick I wish him better
And if he's married I wish him joy
If he's dead I wish him heaven
Oh Lord protect my sailor boy
A girl as you I do admire
A girl as you to be my bride
You shall have gold and silver plenty
And treasures flowing on every side
O what care I for your gold and silver
O what care I for your birth and land
O what care I for you old maid-servant
If my own sailor returns to me
He slipped his hand into his pocket
His fingers were both slim and small
He pulled out a ring that was broken between them
She seen it and down did fall
He picked her up into his arms
Kisses he gave her, one two three
I am your young and single sailor
I've just returned to marry thee
If you're my true and single sailor
Your shape and color do not agree
But seven years makes alteration
And sure there's seven since I did you see
The church they went and they both got married
With their two hearts full of love
He stays at home and takes his ease
And goes no more on the raging seas
A fair young man he passed me by
He looked at me as if he knew me
And he said young girl will you fancy I
Fancy you a man of honor
A maid of honor I'll never be
For I've been waiting on a sailor
Whose home is far across the sea
Seven years I loved a sailor
Seven years he's been at sea
Seven more I'll wait for him
Till he returns for to marry me
Why young girl you are so foolish
To wait upon that lad so long
Perhaps he's sick, perhaps he's married
Or perhaps he's dead in some foreign land
Well if he's sick I wish him better
And if he's married I wish him joy
If he's dead I wish him heaven
Oh Lord protect my sailor boy
A girl as you I do admire
A girl as you to be my bride
You shall have gold and silver plenty
And treasures flowing on every side
O what care I for your gold and silver
O what care I for your birth and land
O what care I for you old maid-servant
If my own sailor returns to me
He slipped his hand into his pocket
His fingers were both slim and small
He pulled out a ring that was broken between them
She seen it and down did fall
He picked her up into his arms
Kisses he gave her, one two three
I am your young and single sailor
I've just returned to marry thee
If you're my true and single sailor
Your shape and color do not agree
But seven years makes alteration
And sure there's seven since I did you see
The church they went and they both got married
With their two hearts full of love
He stays at home and takes his ease
And goes no more on the raging seas
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