Sing me a song of a lass that is gone
Say, could that lass be I?
Merry of soul, she sailed on a day
Over the sea, to Skye
Billow and breeze, islands and seas
Mountains of rain and sun
All that was good, all that was fair
All that was me is gone
Sing me a song of a lass that is gone
Say, could that lass be I?
Mull was astern, Rùm on the port
Eigg on the starboard bow
Glory of youth, glowed in her soul
Where is that glory now?
Sing me a song of a lass that is gone
Say, could that lass be I?
Merry of soul, she sailed on a day
Over the sea, to Skye
Give me again, all that was fair
Give me the sun that shone
Give me the eyes, give me the soul
Give me the lass that's gone
Sing me a song of a lass that is gone
Say, could that lass be I?
And who are you, my pretty fair maid, who are you me honey?
And who are you, my pretty fair maid, who are you me honey?
She answered me quite modestly, "I am me mother's darling"
With me too-ry-ay, fol-de-diddle-day, di-re fol-de-diddle dai-rie oh
And won't you come to my mother's house, when the moon is shining clearly?
And won't you come to my mother's house, when the moon is shining clearly?
I'll go the door, and I'll let you in, divil the one would hear us
With me too-ry-ay, fol-de-diddle-day, di-re fol-de-diddle dai-rie oh
So, I went to her house in the middle of the night, the moon was shining clearly
So, I went to her house in the middle of the night, the moon was shining clearly
She opened the door, and she let me in, divil the one did hear us
With me too-ry-ay, fol-de-diddle-day, di-re fol-de-diddle dai-rie oh
She took me horse by the bridle and the bit, led him to the stable
She took me horse by the bridle and the bit, led him to the stable
Saying, "There's plenty of oats for a soldier's horse, to eat it if he is able"
With me too-ry-ay, fol-de-diddle-day, di-re fol-de-diddle dai-rie oh
She took me by the lily-white hand, led me to the table
She took me by the lily-white hand, led me to the table
Saying, "There's plenty of wine for a soldier boy, to drink if he is able"
With me too-ry-ay, fol-de-diddle-day, di-re fol-de-diddle dai-rie oh
Then she got up, and made the bed and she made it nice and aisy
Then she got up, and made the bed and she made it nice and aisy.
Then she got up and laid me down: "I hope to God you able!”
With me too-ry-ay, fol-de-diddle-day, di-re fol-de-diddle dai-rie oh
And there we lay 'Tl the break of day, divil the one did hear us
And there we lay 'Tl the break of day, divil the one did hear us
Then I arose, put on me clothes, saying, "Lassie, I must leave you"
With me too-ry-ay, fol-de-diddle-day, di-re fol-de-diddle dai-rie oh
And when will you return again, when will we be married?
And when will you return again, when will we be married?
When broken shells make Christmas bells, we might then get married
With me too-ry-ay, fol-de-diddle-day, di-re fol-de-diddle dai-rie oh
Upon one summer's morning, I carefully did stray
Down by the Walls of Wapping, where I met a sailor gay
Conversing with a young lass who seem'd to be in pain
Saying, "William, when you go, I fear you'll ne'er return again".
My heart is pierced by Cupid
I disdain all gliIering gold
There is nothing can console me
But my jolly sailor bold.
His hair, it hangs in ringlets, his eyes as black as coal
My happiness aIend him wherever he may go
From Tower Hill to Blackwall, I'll wander, weep, and moan
All for my jolly sailor, unOl he sails home.
My heart is pierced by Cupid
I disdain all gliIering gold
There is nothing can console me
And my jolly sailor bold.
My name, it is Maria, a merchant's daughter fair
And I have leP my parents and three thousand pounds a year.
Come, all you preIy fair maids, whoever you may be
Who love a jolly sailor that ploughs the raging sea.
My heart is pierced by Cupid
I disdain all gliIering gold
There is nothing can console me
But my jolly sailor bold.
My heart is pierced by Cupid
I disdain all gliIering gold
There is nothing can console me
But my jolly sailor bold.
In the mirror
I have searched beyond my eyes
thousands of times
To find something I was not
something I forgot
But lives in my mind
It’s all clearer
since you appeared: I was not fool, I was not blind.
I learned all about my state,
all about my fate,
why I’ve been confined.
The Oracle imprisoned me
since my birth, so that I was a Dove
The Oracle convicted me,
but I’m free for Love.
I’m the daughter
of a king that many hate, that many fear.
He hasn’t shed a single tear
when he trapped me here
scared of my freedom.
When the Druids
revealed to him he would be killed by his grandson
with twelve nanyes he leF me
not to let me flee
and meet any man.
The Oracle imprisoned me
since my birth, so that I was a Dove
The Oracle convicted me,
but I’m free for Love.
From my window
I once saw
something so weird, I didn’t know:
creatures sailing on the sea
as different from me,
as the Earth from Sky.
In my burrow
I began to dream of one of them each night
Now my soul finally gleams:
you came out of dreams
I can see your eyes
The Oracle imprisoned me
since my birth, so that I was a Dove
The Oracle convicted me,
but I’m free for Love.
The Oracle sentenced me
not to be, but I became a Dove
The Oracle got rid of me,
but I’m here because I Love.
