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For 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 growing green in the old country
Who wouldn't be a sailor lad a-sailing on the main
To gain the goodwill of his captain's complain?
He come ashore one evening for to be
And that was the beginning of me one 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 growing green in the old country
Well, he asked her for a candle for to light me up to bed
And likewise for a handkerchief to tie around me head
Well, she tended to me needs like a young maid ought to do
So then I says to her, "Now will 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 growing green in the old country
Well, she jumped into bed making no alarm
Thinking a young sailor lad would do to her no harm
Well, I hugged her and I kissed her the whole night long
Till 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 growing green in the old country
And now early next morning the sailor lad arose
And into Mary's apron threw a handful of gold
Says, "Take this, me dear, for the mischief that I've done
For last night the fear I 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 growing green in the old country
Now if it be a girl child, send her out to nurse
With gold in her pocket eye and silver in her purse
And 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 growing green in the old country
So come all you fair maidens, a warning take by me
And never trust a sailor lad an inch above your knee
For I did but one night 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 growing green in the old country
For 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 growing green in the old country