Dylan's Journal

I am a young sailor, my story is sad For once I was carefree and a bold sailor lad I courted a lassie by night and by day But now she has left me and gone far away

Chorus: Oh if I was a blackbird, could whistle and sing I’d follow the vessel my true love sails in And in the top rigging I would there build my nest And I’d flutter my wings o’er her lily-white breast

Or if I was a scholar, and could handle a pen One secret love letter to my true love I’d send And I’d tell of my sorrow, my grief and my pain Since she’s gone and left me in yon flowery glen

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I sailed o’er the ocean, my fortune to seek Though I missed her caress and her kiss on my cheek I returned and I told her my love was still warm But she turned away lightly and great was her scorn

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I offered to take her to Donnybrook Fair And to buy her fine ribbons to tie up her hair I offered to marry and to stay by her side But she said in the morning she sailed with the tide

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My parents they chide me, and will not agree Saying that me and my false love married should never be Ah but let them deprive me, or let them do what they will While there’s breath in my body, she’s the one that I love still

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