Eliza Carthy (Rogue's Gallery - Songs of the Sea) - Rolling Sea | Текст песни

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Don't you see the ships a-coming? Don't you see them in full sail?
Don't you see the ships a-coming With the prizes at their tail?
Oh, my little Rolling sailor, oh, my little Rolling he;
How I love my Rolling sailor, when he’s on a Rolling sea.

Sailors they get all the money, soldiers they get none but brass;
How I love my Rolling sailor, soldiers they may kiss my arse.
Oh, my little Rolling sailor, oh, my little Rolling he;
How I love my Rolling sailor, when he’s on the Rolling sea.
How can I be blithe and merry, with my true love far from me,
All those pretty little sailors they’ve been pressed and taken to sea
Oh, my little Rolling sailor, Oh, my little Rolling he;
How I love my Rolling sailor, when he’s on the Rolling sea.
How I wish the press were over and all the wars were at an end;
then everybody sailor Laddie would be happy with his friend.
Oh, my little Rolling sailor, Oh, my little Rolling he;
How I love my Rolling sailor, when he’s on the Rolling sea.
When the wars they are all over and peace and plenty come again
Everybody’s sailor Laddie will come sailing on the main
Oh, my little Rolling sailor, Oh, my little Rolling he;
How I love my Rolling sailor, when he’s on the Rolling sea.
All the wars will soon be over and all our sailors once come home,
Every lass would get her lad she wont have to sleep alone.
Oh, my little Rolling sailor, Oh, my little Rolling he;
How I love my Rolling sailor, when he’s on the Rolling sea.

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