dubliners – home boys home lyrics
oh well, who wouldn’t be a sailor lad a ‘sailin’ on the main
to gain the goodwill of his captain’s good name
he came ash-r- one evening for to be
and that was the beginning of my own true love and me
and it’s home, boys home
home i’d like to be, home for a while in my own coun-try
where the oak and the ash and the bonny rowan tree
are all a-growing green in the old country
well i asked her for a candle for to light me up to bed
and likewise for a handkerchief to tie around me head
she tended to me needs like a young maid ought to do
so then i says to her: ‘now won’t you leap in with me too?’
and it’s home, boys home
home i’d like to be, home for a while in my own coun-try
where the oak and the ash and the bonny rowan tree
are all a-growing green in the old country
well she jumped into bed, making no alarm
thinking a young sailor lad could do to her no harm
well i hugged her and i kissed her the whole nightlong
till she wished the short night had been seven years long
and its home, boys home
home i’d like to be, home for a while in my own coun-try
where the oak and the ash and the bonny rowan tree
are all a-growing green in the old country
well early next morning the sailor lad arose
and into mary’s apr-n threw a handful of gold
saying, ‘take this me dear for the mischief that i’ve done
for tonight i fear i’ve left you with a daughter or a son’
and it’s home, boys home
home i’d like to be, home for a while in my own coun-try
where the oak and the ash and the bonny rowan tree
are all a-growing green in the old country
‘well, if it be a girl child, send her out to nurse
with gold in her pocket and with silver in her purse
and if it be a boy child he’ll wear the jacket blue
and go climbing up the rigging like his daddy used to do’
maidens, a warning take by me
and never let a sailor lad an inch above your knee
for i trusted one and he beguiled me
he left me with a pair of twins to dangle on me knee
and it’s home, boys home
home i’d like to be, home for a while in my own coun-try
where the oak and the ash and the bonny rowan tree
are all a-growing green in the old country
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