Nhạc sĩ: Traditional
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As I went a-walkin' one evenin' fair, It been the summer to take the air,Oh, I spied a female with a sailor boy, And I stood to listen,And I stood to listen, To hear what they might say,He said, young mate, why do we roam, All alone, by yonder lee?Oh, she heave,To say, and the tears did roll, For my dark-eyed sailor,For my dark-eyed sailor, He ploughs the stormy sea,He said, you can drive him from your mind,For another night,For another young man, You surely will find,Love turns the sides, And it soon grows cold,Like a winter's mornin', Like a winter's mornin',The hills are white with snow,She said, young mate, why do we roam, All alone, by yonder lee?He said, ее 낱, By her sake, my dear,Although we are parted, For many's the year,For gentle he was, The hunter-egg, like you,To induce the maiden.To induce the maiden.She ran distracted in grief and woe, saying, William, William, I have golden storey.For my dark-eyed sailor, for my dark-eyed sailor, he has come home again.There is a cottage by yonder lee, the couple live there and do agree.So may it be true when your love's at sea, for a stormy mornin', for a stormy mornin' brings on a sunny day.For a stormy mornin' brings on a sunny day.