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