X:92010750
T:RVW2/1/75 Lovely on the Water
F:http://www.vwml.org/record/RVW2/1/75
C:Sung by Mr. Hilton, South Walsham, Norfolk, April 11th 1908
Z:Transcribed by Lewis Jones and Simon Furey.
L:1/8
Q:"(Editorial suggestion)" 1/4=80
M:3/4
K:Eaeo
E>F |"^(a)" GE A2 GE |"^(b)" G2 E2 EF | GA B2 g2 | (e2{fe} d2) g2 |
e2 d2 B>G | AB D2 EF | GA B2 AG | E4 ||
E>F |"^(a) var." (3GFG A2 B2 |"^(b) var. 1" AG E2 EF | GA B2 g2 | (e2{fe} d2) g2 |
e2 d2 B>G | AB D2 EF | GA B2 AG | E4 ||
E>F |"^(a) var." (3GFG A2 B2 |"^(b) var. 2" A>G D2 EF | GA B2 g2 | (e2{fe} d2) g2 |
e2 d2 B>G | AB D2 EF | GA B2 AG | E4 |]
%%wordsfont Serif 12
W:1. As I walked out one morning in the springtime of the year
W:I overheard a sailor boy, likewise a lady fair.
W:They sang a song together, made the valleys for to ring
W:While the birds on the sprays and the meadows gay that proclaimed the lovely spring.
W:
W:2. Said Henry to Nancy we must soon sail away
W:For it's lovely on the water for to hear the music play
W:For our Queen she do want seamen, so I will not stay on shore
W:I will have the the way for my country where the cannon loudly roar.
W:
W:3. [Oh then said pretty Nancy, pray stay at home with me]
W:[Or let me go along with you] to bear you company
W:[I'll put on a pair of trousers,] I will leave my native shore
W:[So let me go along] with you where the cannon loudly roar.
W:
W:4. [That will not do, said Henry, It's vain] for you to try
W:They will not ship a female, young Henry did reply
W:Besides your hands are delicate and the ropes will make them sore
W:And it would be worse if you should fall where the cannon loudly roar.
W:
W:5. Poor Nancy fell and fainted and soon they brought her to.
W:They both shook hands together and took a fond adieu.
W:Come change your ring with me my love for we may meet once more.
W:There is one above that will guard you love where the cannon loudly roar.
W:
W:6. Four pounds is our bounty, and that will do for thee
W:For to help the aged parents while I am on the sea.
W:The Tower Hill is crowded with mothers weeping sore
W:For their sons are gone for to face the foe where the cannon loudly roar.
W:
W:7. And many a mother's darling [has entered on the main]
W:And in this dreadful battle what [great numbers will be slain]
W:There's many a weeping mother [and widows will deplore]
W:For they are gone to fight the foe [where the cannon loudly roar]
W:
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%%Editorial note: The MS has numerous lacunae in the words. The editors have therefore filled
%%them using the closest version they could find: that of Tim Radford on the "Mainly Norfolk"
%%web site (http://mainlynorfolk.info/songs). The repairs are shown in square brackets.
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