Along the North Strand Songtext
von Lisa O'Neill
Along the North Strand Songtext
A pretty young boy come from the North Strand
He came a wooing to me
He promised he′d bring me down by the North Strand
And there he'd marry me
O, get some of your mother′s fee for me
And more of your daddy's gold
And two of the best horses he have in his stable
Where there are thirty three
O, she got some of her mother's fee
And more of her daddy′s gold
And two of the best horses he have in his stable
Where there are thirty three
And she got up on her milk white steed
And he on his dappled grey
And they rode along on to the North Strand
Was three long hours before day
Get down, get down, pretty Polly he says
O, get down, and get down to me
′Tis six little girls that I drowned in here
And you are the seventh shall be
Your silks and your satins, you must take them off
Deliver them upon to me
I think they're too rich and too grand, says he
To roll in the bright rocky waves
My silks, my satins, I must take them off
Please turn your back to me
I think you′re too big of a ruffian, says she
To see a naked woman like me
He turned his back on the fore of the North Strand
To watch on the waves going by
She gripped him around the middle so high
And flung him right into the deep
O he swam high and he swam low
Until he swam to the sea shore
Put out, o, your hand, pretty Polly, he says
And sentence I'll make you my bride
O, stop where you are, my cruel hearted lad
O, stop where you are, said she
There′s six little girls that you drowned in there
And you are the seventh shall be
O, she got up on her milk white steed
And she leaded her dappled grey
And she rode along to her father's hall door
Was three long hours before day
O, the parrot is up in the window so high
I′m a fear'd it'll come down upon me
Please turn your tales, pretty Polly, she says
Don′t tell any tales unto me
For I have your cage of the glitter and gold
And your door of the best ivory
Who′s that? Who's that? the father did say
That′s pattering so long before day
It's no laughing matter, the parrot did say
It is no laughing matter for me
For the cats they are up in the window so high
I′ve a fear they'll come down upon me
Don′t turn your tales, pretty Polly, she says
Return your tales upon me
For I have your cage of the glitter and gold
And your door of the best ivory
He came a wooing to me
He promised he′d bring me down by the North Strand
And there he'd marry me
O, get some of your mother′s fee for me
And more of your daddy's gold
And two of the best horses he have in his stable
Where there are thirty three
O, she got some of her mother's fee
And more of her daddy′s gold
And two of the best horses he have in his stable
Where there are thirty three
And she got up on her milk white steed
And he on his dappled grey
And they rode along on to the North Strand
Was three long hours before day
Get down, get down, pretty Polly he says
O, get down, and get down to me
′Tis six little girls that I drowned in here
And you are the seventh shall be
Your silks and your satins, you must take them off
Deliver them upon to me
I think they're too rich and too grand, says he
To roll in the bright rocky waves
My silks, my satins, I must take them off
Please turn your back to me
I think you′re too big of a ruffian, says she
To see a naked woman like me
He turned his back on the fore of the North Strand
To watch on the waves going by
She gripped him around the middle so high
And flung him right into the deep
O he swam high and he swam low
Until he swam to the sea shore
Put out, o, your hand, pretty Polly, he says
And sentence I'll make you my bride
O, stop where you are, my cruel hearted lad
O, stop where you are, said she
There′s six little girls that you drowned in there
And you are the seventh shall be
O, she got up on her milk white steed
And she leaded her dappled grey
And she rode along to her father's hall door
Was three long hours before day
O, the parrot is up in the window so high
I′m a fear'd it'll come down upon me
Please turn your tales, pretty Polly, she says
Don′t tell any tales unto me
For I have your cage of the glitter and gold
And your door of the best ivory
Who′s that? Who's that? the father did say
That′s pattering so long before day
It's no laughing matter, the parrot did say
It is no laughing matter for me
For the cats they are up in the window so high
I′ve a fear they'll come down upon me
Don′t turn your tales, pretty Polly, she says
Return your tales upon me
For I have your cage of the glitter and gold
And your door of the best ivory
Writer(s): Trad, Lisa Catherine O'neill Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
