Pamela Morgan - A Sailor Courted A Farmer's Daughter | Текст песни

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• A Sailor Courted A Farmer's Daughter

A sailor courted a farmer's daughter who lived convenient to the Isle of Mann
Give heed, good people, what follows after: a long time courting but nothing done
One day at parting, after discoursing something concerning the ocean wide
He said, my dear, at our next meeting, if you'll consent, I'll make you my bride

She said, for sailors, we don't admire them because they sail to so many lands
And the more they love us, the more they'll slight us and leave us after with broken hearts
You need not fear, my dearest dear, I don't intend for to treat you so
I have once more for to cross the ocean; you know, my darling, that I must go

The news been carried unto his mother before his put his foot onboard
That he was courting a farmer's daughter, one penny portion could not afford
One penny portion gone to the ocean, like one distracted his mother ran
If you don't forsake her, your bride not make her, I will disown you to be my son

Oh my dear, you are in a passion, and I am sorry for what you've said
Don't you remember your first beginning; my father took you, a servant maid
So don't dispraise her, I mean to raise her just like my father with you have done
Therefore I'll take her, my bride I'll make her, though you'll disown me to be your son

When the lady fair heard the pleasing story that she to sea with her love might go
She said, my portion, you need not mind it; I might have money and no one know
Money or not, love, you are my lot, love - you've won my heart and affections still
Therefore I'll take you, my bride I'll make you; let my scolding mother say what she will

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