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Sejltur_files/Safir Sangbog.pdf - Dansk Safirklub

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We're bound for South Australia.<br />

Omkvæd<br />

Johnny Todd<br />

Forfatter ukendt<br />

Johnny Todd he took a notion<br />

for to cross the ocean wide<br />

and he left his true love behind him<br />

weeping on the Liverpool tide.<br />

There she wept and was so sorry<br />

for a week she wrought her hands<br />

till she met with another seaman<br />

walking on the Liverpool sands.<br />

Oh fair maid - why are you weeping<br />

for your Johnny gone to sea<br />

if you'll wed me tomorrow ev'ning<br />

I will kind and constant be.<br />

I will buy you sheets and blankets<br />

I'll buy you a wedding ring<br />

you shall have a golden cradle<br />

for to rock your baby in.<br />

Johnny Todd came home from sailing<br />

sailing on the ocean wide<br />

and he found that his fair but false one<br />

was another seaman's bride.<br />

So you men - who go out sailing<br />

for to fight the foreign foe<br />

never leave your true love like Johnny<br />

- marry her before you go..<br />

I'll tell me ma<br />

Forfatter ukendt<br />

I'll tell me ma, when I go home,<br />

The boys won't leave the girls alone.<br />

They pull my hair, they stole my comb<br />

And that's all-right till i go home.<br />

She is handsome, she is pretty<br />

Shes the belle of Belfast city,<br />

She is courtin', one, two, three,<br />

Please won't you tell me who is she<br />

Albert Mooney says he loves her<br />

All the boys are fighting for her.<br />

They rap at the door<br />

and they ring at the bell,<br />

Saying "Oh, my true-love are you well "<br />

Out she comes as white as snow,<br />

Rings on her fingers, bells on her toes,<br />

Old Jenny Murphy says she'll die.<br />

If she doesn't get the fellow<br />

with the roving eye.<br />

Let the wind and the rain<br />

and the hail blow high<br />

And the snow come shovelling from the sky.<br />

She's as nice as apple pie<br />

And she'll get her own lad, by and by.

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