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Our Captain Cried All Hands

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OriginalLa versione cantata dai New St. George:
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



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