There was an apprentice lived in Strawberry LaneShe was loved by her master and her mistress the sameUntil a young sailor came sailing o'er the seaAnd that was the start of her miseryThis young maid being innocent she thought it no harmFor to go into bed, for to keep his back warmHe hugged her and he kissed her and he called her his dearSaying, I wish that this night were as long as a yearIt was early next morning this sailor aroseAnd into her apron he put handfuls of goldSaying, take this and keep it for the wrong that I have doneFor this night I may have left you with a daughter or a sonAnd if he'd be a girl child, dandle her on your kneeAnd if he'd be a male child, call him after meAnd when he is a man, you can dress him up in blueAnd he'll skip up the rigging like his daddy used to doAnd it's home, boys, home, and it's home I'd like to beIt's home for a while in my own countryWhere the oak and the ash and the bunny and I'm threeThey are all a-growing green in my own country