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A droning old ditty with weird psychosexual overtones.
I got it from a book of folksongs from New Brunswick, Canada - collected from a man whose father learned a lot of songs in lumber camps there. It is obviously a version of a British Isles folksong better known as the Maid on the Shore.
I got it from a book of folksongs from New Brunswick, Canada - collected from a man whose father learned a lot of songs in lumber camps there. It is obviously a version of a British Isles folksong better known as the Maid on the Shore.
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Lyrics
were my men crazy or were my men drunk
or were my men all in despair
for to let her away with her beauty so gay
and again she's a maid on the shore
... for they asked her to sing them a verse of a song
to drive away sorrow and care
...for she sang it so neat, so mild and so sweet,
she sang all the sailors to sleep
and when she got them all asleep, all alone in despair
it's with a bright sword that she cut off their heads
and paddled her boat to the shore.
or were my men all in despair
for to let her away with her beauty so gay
and again she's a maid on the shore
... for they asked her to sing them a verse of a song
to drive away sorrow and care
...for she sang it so neat, so mild and so sweet,
she sang all the sailors to sleep
and when she got them all asleep, all alone in despair
it's with a bright sword that she cut off their heads
and paddled her boat to the shore.
Skean
Very well done I liked it, thanks for sharing…Cheers