Barque In The Harbour

From a barque in the Harbour I went roaming on shore

And stepped into a pub where I was oft' times before

And as I was sitting and enjoying my glass

Who chanced to walk in but a young Spanish lass.



She sat down beside me and kept squeezing my hand

And saying, "Sir, you're a stranger, not long to this land

Will you roam jolly sailor, would you roam along with me?

To some lonesome spot where nobody can see."



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"Don't you leave me jolly sailor," were the words she did cry.

Waiting and weeping and wiping her eyes.

"When you reach home in your own Newfoundland

Think of the young Spaniard who kept squeezing your hand."



I quickly consented with her for to roam

She lived by herself in a neat little home

She was brisk, plump, and jolly and her age scarce 19

And the name of that maiden I think was Irene.



One fine summer's morning, our ship, she set sail

And down by the seashore, lovely Irene, she came

Waving her pocket handkercheif and wiping her eyes

"Don't leave me jolly sailor," were the word she did cry.



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"I'll bid you farewell, Love, on a fine summer's breeze

But, Love, don't forget me when you're crossing the sea

And when you are married, enjoying your bride

Think of the young maiden who layed by your side.



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Think of the young Spaniard who kept squeezing your hand


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