I am a young maiden, my story is sad
For once I was good and a brave sailor lad
He courted me strongly by night and by day
Ah, but my dear sailor has gone far away
Oh, if I were a blackbird, could whistle and sing
I'd follow the vessel my true love sails in
And in the top rigging, I would there build my nest
And I'd pillow my head on my sailor boy's breast
Or if I were a scholar and could handle a pen
One secret love letter to my true love I'd send
I'd write of my sorrow, my grief and my pain
Since he's gone now and left me in yon flowery glen
He promised to take me to Donnybrook fair
To buy me red ribbons to tie up my hair
I offered to marry and to stay by his side
But he said in the morning he'd sail with the tide
If I were a blackbird, could whistle and sing
I'd follow the vessel my true love sails in
And in the top rigging, I would there build my nest
And I'd pillow my head on my sailor boy's breast
He sailed in the morning, his fortune to seek
Now I miss his caress and his kiss on my cheek
Ah but when he returns from the oceans wide,
he'll take me and make me his own loving bride.
His parents they chide me and will not agree
That I and my sailor boy's marriage should be
Ah, but let them despise me and doom what they will
While there's breath in my body, he's the one that I love still
Oh, if I were a blackbird, could whistle and sing

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