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lisa o'neill - along the north strand lyrics

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oh pretty young boy came from the north stand
he came a woeing to me
he promised he’d bring me down by the north strand
and there he’d marry me

get some of your mother’s fee for me
and more of your daddy’s gold
and two the best horses he have in his stable
where there are thirty three

and she got some of her mother’s fee
and more of her daddy’s gold
and two the best horses he have in his stable
where there are thirty three
and she got up on her milk+white steed
and he on his dapple+grey
and they rode along on to the north strand
was there long hours before day

oh get down, get down pretty polly he says
get down and get down to me
’tis six little girls that i drownded here
and you are the seventh shall be

your silks and your satins, you must take ’em off
deliver them up unto me
i think they’re too rich and too grand says he
to roll in the bright rocky waves

my silks and my satins, i must take ’em off
please turn your back to me
i think you’re too big of a ruffian says she
to see a naked woman like me

he turned his back on for the north strand
to watch on the waves going by
she gripped him around the middle so high
and flung him right into the deep

and he swam high and he swam low
until he swam to the sea shore
put out oh your hand pretty polly he says
and sentence, i’ll make you me bride
oh stop where you are my cruel hearted lad
stop where you are says she
’tis six little girls that you drownded there
and you are the seventh shall be

and she got up on her milk+white steed
and she leaded her dapple+grey
and she rode along to her father’s hall door
was three long hours before day

oh the parrot is up in the window so high
i’m afeared it’ll come down upon me
please turn your tails pretty polly she says
don’t tell any tales onto me
for i’ll have your cage of the glitter and gold
and your door of the best ivory

who’s that, who’s that
the father did say
that’s prattering so long before day?
it’s no laughing matter the parrot did say
it is no laughing matter for me
for the cats they are up in the window so high
i’m afeared they’ll come down upon me
go turn your tails pretty polly she says
return your tales upon me
for i’ll have your cage of the glitter and gold
and your door of the best ivory

- lisa oneill lyrics

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