Lass of Coventry |
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It was a lass of Coventry As fair as fair could be And on a Sunday evening She walked along with me I asked and she gave consent She was as good as gold How little did I ever think That she could grow so cold Now Jane fulfil your promises The promise you made to me Or I will turn a boating man And sail away from thee O Tom she said a-crying My heart will burst in two For I love Jim, the carpenter As once I did love you Now all you gay young boating men Whose hearts are broke in twain I pray you keep yourselves aboard And never come home again From stop to stop you'll meet with girls Who are both kind and free But the girls of this old England Will never get hold of me They'll never get hold of me |
