One
For the Leaving
And
it's one for the leaving. Two, I must go.
Three
for the wishing. Ah, what for you'll never know
and
at five o'clock we hit the dock
we'll
never more be seen
as
we sail away by break of day
to
serve our Northern Queen
Come
gather round ye ladies, come listen to my song.
My
story it's a simply tale, and it wont delay you long
On
how to choose a Mistress, the true love of your life
If
you list right well to the tale I tell it'll save you all some
strife!
Chorus
I'd
always been a rover, could never settle down
I
had a lass in every port, a girl in every town
but
when they tried to claim me, I had to tell them no
for
the Northern Sea would beckon me, and off to her I'd go
Chorus
And
then one day I saw her, that lass I'd call me own
although
she loved another who beside her sat the thrown
I
entered in her service, she sent me far away
so
now I roam the Northern Sea, and to ya all I'd say:
Chorus
So
when you find your Lady, make sure her love is free
and
pray she loves no other man, or soon ya all may see,
that
love it can be fickle, just like the ocean green,
my
tale is done, now I must run, to serve my Northern Queen.
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