Sixteen, clumsy and shy, I went to London and died

I promised her rings for her fingers
sparkling flowers for her flaxen hair
I swore that I'd never
set sail in foul weather
but stay by he side at the shore

Fare-the-well, oh you barbary merchants
fare-the well to the spanish blockade
fare-the-well to the straits of Gibraltar
and the treacherous seas of Cathay

I gave her my promise to marry
and took her sweet wov in return
I swore that I'd never
set sail in foul weather
but stay by he side at the shore

Fare-the-well, oh you barbary merchants
fare-the well to the spanish blockade
fare-the-well to the straits of Gibraltar
and the treacherous seas of Cathay

I built her a cottage in Chatenham
gave her children to sit by the fire
I swore that I'd never
set sail in foul weather
but stay by he side at the shore

Fare-the-well, oh you barbary merchants
fare-the well to the spanish blockade
fare-the-well to the straits of Gibraltar
and the treacherous seas of Cathay

But our cottage is to small for a sailor
without the blue sea and the sky
Though I swore that I'd never
set sail in foul weather
I left her behind at the shore

Take me back, oh you barbary merchants
let me risk the spanish blockade
carry me to the straits of Gibralatar
and the treacherous seas of Cathay

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