Our Captain Cried All Hands
Anonymous
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OUR CAPTAIN CRIED ALL HANDS Our captain cried, All hands and away tomorrow, Leaving these girls behind in grief and sorrow. What makes you go abroad, fighting for strangers When you could stop at home, free from all dangers? You courted me a while just to deceive me Now my heart you have gained, and you means to leave me Saying, There's no belief in men, not my own brother So girls if you can love, love one another When I had gold in store oh you did invite me And now I'm low and poor you seems to slight me Dry off your brandy tears and leave off weeping For happy we shall be at our next meeting Oh I'll roll you in my arms, me dearest jewel. So stay at home with me and don't be cruel She fell down on the ground like one was dying; This house was full of grief, sighing and crying. Farewell me dearest friends, father and mother I am your only child, and I have no brother It's in vain to weep for me for I am going To where the lasting joy's with fountains flowing | OUR CAPTAIN CRIED ALL HANDS Oh the captain cried all hands, and away tomorrow Leaving my dearest dear in grief and sorrow Dry up your briny tears and leave off weeping How happy shall we be at our next meeting How can you go away and fight for strangers You’d better stay at home, here out of danger I’d roll you in my arms my dearest jewel So stay at home with me and don’t be cruel When I had gold in store you seemed to like me Now that I’m low and poor you do despise me You courted me a while just to deceive me Now my poor heart you’ve won, and you’re going to leave me Down on the ground she fell like one a-dying Tearing her arms abroad sobbing and sighing There’s no believing man, not your own brother So girls if you must love, love one another Farewell my dearest friends, Father and Mother I am your only child, you have no other Tis vain to weep for me, for I am going The lad I loved so well has been my ruin Oh the captain cried all hands, and away tomorrow Leaving my dearest dear in grief and sorrow Dry up your briny tears and leave off weeping How happy we will be at our next meeting |