Barrack Street Songtext
von Sam Carter

You sailors all come lend an ear
Come listen to me song
A trick of late was played on me
And it won′t detain you long
I came home from sea the other day
And a girl I chanced to meet
All me friends will be expecting me
To a dance in Barrack Street

Well says I, me fair young maid
I cannot dance so well
Besides I am to Windsor bound
Where all me friends do dwell
I've been to sea the past two years
And saved up thirty pounds
All me friends will be expecting me
This night in Windsor town


Well if you cannot dance me love
Then you shall stand a treat
Have a glass or two of brandy
And something for to eat
At six o′clock this evening
I'll meet you off the train
Oh don't forget to give a call
When you come to town again

At eight o′clock that evening
Then the drinking did begin
And when we all had drunk our fill
The dancing did begin
Me and my love danced all around
To a merry tune
Said I my dear let us retire
To a chamber alone

The dancing being over
And to bed we did repair
And there I fell fast asleep
The truth I will declare
My darling with my thirty pounds
Gold watch and chain had fled
Left me here poor Jack alone
Stark naked in bed


Well I looked all around me
And there′s nothing I did spy
But a woman's shirt and apron
All on the bed did lie
I wrung me hands and tore me hair
Cried oh what shall I do
Fare you well to Windsor town
I′m sure I'll never see you

Well everything being silent
By the hour of twelve o′clock
I put on me shirt and apron
And I steered for Croman's wharf
The captain says now Jack I thought
You were to Windsor bound
But you might have got a better suit
Than that for thirty pound

Oh I might have got a better suit
If I′d have had the chance
I met a girl in Barrack Street
She took me to a dance
I've danced my own destruction
Now I'm stripped from head to feet
I swear that I will go no more
Down in Barrack Street

So come all you young sailor lads
A warning take from me
And be aware of all your company
When you go out on a spree
And steer clear of Barrack Street
Or else you′ll rue the day
In a woman′s shirt and apron
Or they'll rig you out for sea