Letra da Música Home Boys Home de Folkaholics

Oh well, who wouldn't be a sailor lad a'sailing on the main
To gain the good will of his captain's good name
He came ashore one evening for to see
And that was the beginning of my own true love and me

And it's home boys home
Home I'd like to be, home for a while in the old country
Where the oak and the ash and the bonny rowan tree
Are all a'growin' green in the North Country

Well I asked her for a candle for to light me way to bed
And likewise for a handkerchief to tie around me head
She tended to me needs like a young maid ought to do
So then I says to her "Now won't you jump in with me too!"

And it's home boys home
Home I'd like to be, home for a while in the old country
Where the oak and the ash and the bonny rowan tree
Are all a'growin' green in the North Country

Well she jumped into bed, and making no alarm
Thinking a young sailor lad could do to her no harm
I hugged her, I kissed her the whole night long
‘Til she wished the short night had been seven years long

And it's home boys home
Home I'd like to be, home for a while in the old country
Where the oak and the ash and the bonny rowan tree
Are all a'growin' green in the North Country

Well early next morning the sailor lad arose
And into Mary's apron threw a handful of gold
Saying "Take this me dear for the damage that I've done
For tonight I fear I've left you with a daughter or a son"

And it's home boys home
Home I'd like to be, home for a while in the old country
Where the oak and the ash and the bonny rowan tree
Are all a'growin' green in the North Country

Well, if it be a girl child, send her out to nurse
With gold in her pocket and with silver in her purse
If it be a boy child he'll wear the jacket blue
And go climbing up the rigging like his daddy used to do

And it's home boys home
Home I'd like to be, home for a while in the old country
Where the oak and the ash and the bonny rowan tree
Are all a'growin' green in the North Country

And so come all of you fair maidens, a warning take by me
Never let a sailor lad an inch above your knee
I trusted one and he beguiled me
He left me with a pair of twins to dangle on me knee

And it's home boys home
Home I'd like to be, home for a while in the old country
Where the oak and the ash and the bonny rowan tree
Are all a'growin' green in the North Country


(c) Folkaholics