Letras
And it was on one Whitsun Wednesday
The fourteenth day of May
That we untied our anchor
And so we sailed away
Where the sun did shine most glorious
To Lisbon we were bound
Where the hills and fields are tainted
With pretty maidens around
I wrote a letter to Nancy
That she might understand
That I was going to leave her
Unto some foreign land
She said, "My dearest William
These words will break my heart
Oh, let us married be tonight
Before that you do start"
"For ten long weeks and better, love
I've been with child by thee
So stay at home, dear William
Be kind and marry me
Our captain has commanded us
And I shall have to go
For the Queen's in want of men below
Oh, I cannot answer no"
"Oh, I'll cut off my yellow hair
Man's clothing I'll put on
And I will go along with you
And be your waiting man
And when it is your watch on deck
Your duty I will do
I'd brave the field of battle, love
So I could go with you"
"Your pretty little fingers
They are both long and small
Your waist it is too slender, love
To face the cannonball
For the cannons, they do rattle
And the blazing bullets fly
And the silver trumpets they do sound
To drown the mournful cry"
"Pray do not talk of danger
For love is my desire
And I will go along with you
And with you spend my time
And I will travel through France and Spain
All for to be your bride
And it's on the field of battle
I will lay down by your side"
And it was on one Whitsun Wednesday
The fourteenth day of May
That we untied our anchor
And so we sailed away
Where the sun did shine most glorious
To Lisbon we were bound