o! where are you sailin'
my love, my love
o! where are you sailin'
my love today
i wish you tell me
and i'll be frank
and i'll see you
to go your own way
i wish you'd be merry
and i wish you'll be here
when i get back from ireland
and there i wil greet you
there, on the strand
o! don't let your brown eyes be
spoiled
o! come no my love
you know me by now
you see in my eyes
room only for you
yes, i'll be waiting
there on the strand
until you return to me
now many day they are passing
and many they are gone
and my own true love
she's not returned
and it's all that i ask
and it's all that i pray
that she'll drop anchor today
it's been fifteen years
since she has gone
and i have turned
many a - courtship away
to wait for my true love
there, on the strand
until she returned to me
so now i am waiting
broken, i am
and tomorrow it'll be
just another of the same
so farewell my true love
farewell to thee
my fair haired lady you're gone
1996 douglas september / Big Pond Publishing and Production Limited (SOCAN/BMI)
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