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A Maid that's Deep in Love  
 (traditional)  

I am a maid that's deep in love 
But, yes, I can complain 
I have in this world but one true love 
And Jimmy is his name
And if I do not find my love 
I'll morn most constantly 
And I'll find and follow Jimmy thro' 
The lands of liberty 

Then I'll put up my yellow hair 
Men's clothing I'll wear on 
I'll sign to a bold sea captain 
My passage I'll work free 
And I'll find and follow Jimmy thro' 
The lands of liberty 

One night upon the raging sea 
As we were going to bed 
The captain cried farewell my boy 
I wish you were a maid 
Your rosy cheeks, your rosy lips
They are enticing me 
And I wish dear God with all my heart 
A maid you were to me 

Then hold your tongue dear captain 
Such talk is all in vain 
And if, and the sailors find it out 
They'll laugh and make much game
For when we reach Columbia shore 
Some prettier girls you'll find
And you'll laugh and sing and court with them
For courting you are inclined 

It was not three days after 
Our ship it reached the shore 
Adieu my loving captain 
Adieu for evermore
For once I was a sailor on sea 
But now I'm a maid on the shore 
So adieu to you and all your crew 
With you I'll sail no more

Come back, come back my own pretty maid 
Come back and marry me
I have ten thousand pounds in gold 
And that I'll give to thee
So come back, come back my own pretty maid
Come back and marry me


When I was in my Prime 
 (traditional)  

When I was in my prime
I flourished like a vine
There came along a false young man
Come stole away my time
Come stole away my time

The gardener standing by
Three offers he gave to me
The pink, the violet, and red rose
Which I refused all three
Which I refused all three

The pink's no flower at all
For it fades away too soon
And the violet is too pale a hue
I think I'll wait 'til June
I think I'll wait 'til June

In June the red rose blooms
That's not the flower for me
For then I'll pluck the red rose off
And plant a willow tree
And plant a willow tree

And the willow tree shall weep 
And the willow tree shall whine
I wish I was in the young man's arms  
That won the heart of mine
That won the heart of mine

If I'm spared for one year more
And God should grant me grace
I'll weep a bowl of crystal tears 
And wash his deceitful face
And wash his deceitful face


Lord Franklin
(traditional)

It was homeward bound one night on the deep
Swinging in my hammock I fell asleep
I dreamed a dream and I thought it true
Concerning Franklin and his gallant crew 

With one hundred seamen he sailed away
To the frozen ocean in the month of May
To seek that passage around the pole
Where we poor seamen do sometimes go 

Through cruel hardships they mainly strove
Their ships on mountains of ice was drove
Only the Eskimo with his skin canoe
Was the only one who ever came through

In Baffin's Bay where the whale fish blow
The fate of Franklin no man may know
The fate of Franklin no tongue can tell
Lord Franklin among his sailors do dwell

And now my burden it gives me pain
For my long lost Franklin I'd cross the main
Ten thousand pounds I would freely give
To say on earth that my Franklin do live 


Cruel Sister
(traditional)
 
There lived a lady by the North Sea shore
(Lay the bent to the bonnie broom)
Two daughters were the babes she bore
(Fa la la la la la la la la la)

As one grew bright as in the sun
So coal black grew the elder one

A knight came riding to the lady's door
He'd  travelled far to be their wooer

He courted one with gloves and rings
But loved the other above all things

Oh sister  will  you go with me
To watch the ships sail on the sea?

She took her sister by the hand
And led her down to the North Sea strand

And as they stood on the windy shore
The dark girl threw her sister o'er

Sometimes she sank, sometimes she swam
Crying sister reach to me your hand

Oh sister, sister let me live
And all that's mine I'll surely give

It's your own truelove that I'll have and more
But thou shalt never come ashore

And there she floated like a swan
The salt sea bore her body on

Two minstrels walked along the strand
And saw the maiden float to land

They made a harp of her breast bone
Whose sound would melt a heart of stone

They took three locks of her yellow hair
And with them strung the harp so rare

They went into her father's hall
To play the harp before them all

But as they laid it on a stone
The harp began to play alone

The first string sang a doleful sound
The bride her younger sister drowned

The second string as that they tried
In terror sits the black-haired bride

The third string sang beneath their bow
And surely now her tears will flow


Jack Orion  
 (traditional) 

Jack Orion was as good a fiddler 
As ever fiddled on a string
He could make young women mad
To the tune his fiddle would sing

He could fiddle the fish out of salt water
Or water from a marble stone
Or milk from out of a maiden's breast
Though baby she'd got none

He's taken his fiddle into his hand
He's fiddled and he's sung
And oft he's fiddled unto the King
Who never thought it long

And he sat fiddling in the castle hall
He's played them all so sound asleep
All but for the young princess
And for love she stayed awake

And first he played at a slow grave tune
And then a gay one flew
And many's the sigh and loving word
That passed between the two

Come to my bower, sweet Jack Orion
When all men are at rest
As I am a lady true to my word
Thou shalt be a welcome guest

He's lapped his fiddle in a cloth of green
A glad man, Lord, was he
Then he's run off to his own house
Says, Tom come hither unto me

When day has dawned and the cocks have crown
And flapped their wings so wide
I am bidden to that lady's door
To stretch out by her side

Lie down in your bed, dear master
And sleep as long as you may
I'll keep good watch and awaken you
Three hours before 'tis day

But the rose up that worthless lad
His master's clothes did don
A collar he's cast about his neck
He seemed the gentleman

Well he didn't take that lady gay
To bolster nor to bed
But down upon the bower floor
He quickly had her laid

And he neither kissed her when he came
Nor when from her he did go
And in and out of her window
The moon like a coal did glow

Ragged are your stockings love
Stubbley is your cheek and chin
And tangled is that yellow hair
That I saw yester' 'een

The stockings belong to my boy Tom
They're the first come to my hand
The wind is tangled my yellow hair
As I rode o'er the land

Tom took his fiddle into his hand
So saucy there he sang
Then he's off back to his master's house
As fast as he could run

Wake up, wake up my good master
I fear 'tis almost dawn
Wake up, wake up the cock has crowed
'Tis time that you were gone

The quickly rose up Jack Orion
Put on his cloak and shoon
And cast a collar about his neck
He was a lord's true son

And when he came to the lady's bower
He lightly rattled the pin
The lady was true to her word
She rose and let him in

Oh whether have you left with me
Your bracelet or your glove?
Or are you returned back again
To know more of my love?

Jack Orion swore a bloody oath
By oak and ash and bitter thorn
Saying, lady I never was in your house
Since the day that I was born

Oh then it was your young footpage
That has so cruelly beguiled me
And woe that the blood of the ruffian lad
Should spring in my body

Then she pulled forth a little sharp knife
That hung down at her knee

O'er her white feet the red blood ran
Or ever a hand could stay
And dead she lay on her bower floor
At the dawning of the day

Jack Orion ran to his own house
Saying, Tom my boy come here to me
Come hither now and I'll pay your fee
And well paid you shall be

If I had killed a man tonight
Tom I would tell it thee
But if I have taken no life tonight
Tom thou hast taken three

Then he pulled out his bright brown sword
And dried it on his sleeve
And he smote off that vile lad's head
And asked for no man's leave

He set the sword's point to his breast
The pommel to a stone
Through the falseness of that lying lad
These three lives were all gone

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