Of all the trades in England, the begging is the best
For when a beggar's tired, he can lay him down to rest

And a-begging I will go, and a-begging I will go

I've a pocket for my oatmeal and another for my salt
And with my leg and crutches you should see how I can bolt

In the port of Amsterdam, there's a sailor who sings
Of the dreams that he brings from the wide open sea
In the port of Amsterdam, there's a sailor who sleeps
While the river-bank weeps to the old willow tree

In the port of Amsterdam, there's a sailor who dies
Full of beer,

A wager, a wager, five hundred pound and ten
That you'll not go to the Broomfield Hill and a maid return again
And oh she cried, and oh she sighed, and oh she made her moan
Saying "shall I go to the Broomfield Hill or shall I stay at home?
"For if I go to the Broomfield Hill, my

The Earl of Rosslyn's daughter walked through the woods alone
When by came Captain Wedderburn, a servant of the king
He said unto his servant-man, "Were it not against the law
"I'd take her into my own bed, and lie her next to the wall"

So he jumped off his milk-white steed, an

We've the cholera in camp, and it's worse than 40 fights
And we're dying in the wilderness, the same as Israelites
It's before us and behind us and we cannot get away
And the doctor's just reported that we've ten more today

Oh strike your camp and go, the bugle's calling
Th

Cold blows the wind of my true love
Cold blow the drops of rain
I never had but one true love
And in Greenwood he lies slain

I'll do as much for my true love
As any young girl may
I'll sit and weep down by his grave
For twelve months and a day

But when twelve

a Friday it fell in the month of April
On a hill came the sun with a blythe sunny smile
And the folks were a thronging the roads everywhere
Making haste to be in at Copshawholme Fair

I've seen them coming in over mountain and glen
Both rosy faced lasses and strapping young

It was on one Monday morning and oh and it was soon
I bought my pretty Betty a pair of new shoes
A pair of new shoes and slippers also
But I lost my pretty Betty by courting too slow
I lost my pretty Betty by courting too slow

I bought my pretty Betty a garland of green

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As I walked out alone one day
All in the merry month of May
I met a old man on my way
All in the morning early

His head was bald, his beard was grey
His cheeks were like the mortal clay
I asked him how he came that way
All in the morning early

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I never really fell in love 'til I went out to fakenham fair
A chance for 't meet with a carnival girl
Who was selling the fortunes there
Try for a lamp or a spanish shawl or a golden filigree
But all the while her eyes were saying
Oh come take a chance on me

So swing a

Oh lift him up and carry him along
Fire Marengo, fire away!
Set him down where he belongs
Fire Marengo, fire away!

Stow him in his hull below
Fire Marengo, fire away!
It's stay he must but then he'll go
Fire Marengo, fire away!

Screw that cart and screw it dow

Oh the jigging and all the dancing it was all my delight
And staying out late, my boys, been the ruin of me quite
Staying out late, my boys, like a great many more
If it hadn't've been for flash company
I should never have been so poor

Once I had a colour as red as any rose

I drew my ship into the harbour,
I drew across where my true love lay.
I drew it close to her bedroom window
To listen what my love will say.

"Who's there, who's there at my bedroom window?
Who knocks so loudly and would be in?"
"Oh, it is your true love that loves you

I looked to the East, I looked to the West
I saw John Ball a-coming and a-calling.
With four blind horses riding in the clouds
To look on the other side of Jordan.

Pull off your old coat and roll up your sleeves
Jordan is a hard road to travel I believe.

Thunder in th

Little Sally Racket
Haul her away!
She pawned my best jacket
Haul her away!
And she lost the ticket
Haul her away!

Little Daisy Dawson
Haul her away!
She's got flannel drawers on
Haul her away!
So says our old Bosun
Haul her away!
To me haul-e-hi

Up London city I made my way
Up Cheapside I chanced to stray
Where a fair pretty maid I there did meet
And I greeted her with kisses sweet

I was up to the rigs, down to the jigs, up to the rigs of
London town
I was up to the rigs, down to the jigs, up to the rigs of

As I walked down to New York town, a fair maid I did meet
She asked me back to see her place;
she lived on Barrack Street

And away, Santy, my dear Annie
Oh you New York girls, can't you dance the polka?

And when we got to Barrack Street, we stopped at forty-four
Her m

One May morning early I chanced for to roam
And strode through the fields by the side of the grove
It was there that I heard the harmless birds sing
And you never heard so sweet
You ne'er heard so sweet
You ne'er heard so sweet as the birds in the spring

At the end of t

I am a sailor brisk and bold
Long time I've sailed the ocean,
I've travelled the country through and through
For honour and promotion.
Oh, me shipmates all, I bid you adieu
I may no longer go along with you
I'll travel the country through and through
And I'll be the r