Great Big Sea - Barque In The Harbour lyrics
[Great Big Sea - Barque In The Harbour lyrics]
From a barque in the harbor
I went roaming on shore
And stepped into a pub where
I was oft times before
And as I was sitting and enjoying my glass
Who chanced to walk in but
A young Spanish lass
She sat down beside me and
Kept squeezing my hand
Saying, "Sir you're a stranger not
Long to this land
Will you roam, Johnny Sailor
Would you roam along with me
To some lonesome spot where nobody can see?"
"Don't you leave me Johnny Sailor
" were the words she did cry
Waving and weeping and wiping her eyes
When you reach home in your own Newfoundland
Think of the young Spaniard who
Kept squeezing your hand
I quickly consented with her for to roam
She lived by herself in a neat little home
She was brisk
Plump and jolly and her age scare ninteen
And the name of that maiden I think was Irene
One fine summer's morning our ship
She set sail and down by the seashore
Lovely Irene she came
Waving her pocket hankerchief and
Wiping her eyes
"Don't leave me Johnny Sailor
" were the words she did cry
"Don't you leave me Johnny Sailor
" were the words she did cry
Waving and weeping and wiping her eyes
When you reach home in your own Newfoundland
Think of the young Spaniard who
Kept squeezing your hand
I'll give you farewell love on
A fine summer's breeze
But love don't forget me when
You're crossing the sea
And when you are married
And enjoying your bride
Think on the young maiden who
Lay by your side
"Don't you leave me Johnny Sailor
" were the words she did cry
Waving and weeping and wiping her eyes
When you reach home in your own Newfoundland
Think of the young Spaniard who
Kept squeezing your hand
Think of the young Spaniard who
Kept squeezing your hand
I went roaming on shore
And stepped into a pub where
I was oft times before
And as I was sitting and enjoying my glass
Who chanced to walk in but
A young Spanish lass
She sat down beside me and
Kept squeezing my hand
Saying, "Sir you're a stranger not
Long to this land
Will you roam, Johnny Sailor
Would you roam along with me
To some lonesome spot where nobody can see?"
"Don't you leave me Johnny Sailor
" were the words she did cry
Waving and weeping and wiping her eyes
When you reach home in your own Newfoundland
Think of the young Spaniard who
Kept squeezing your hand
I quickly consented with her for to roam
She lived by herself in a neat little home
She was brisk
Plump and jolly and her age scare ninteen
And the name of that maiden I think was Irene
One fine summer's morning our ship
She set sail and down by the seashore
Lovely Irene she came
Waving her pocket hankerchief and
Wiping her eyes
"Don't leave me Johnny Sailor
" were the words she did cry
"Don't you leave me Johnny Sailor
" were the words she did cry
Waving and weeping and wiping her eyes
When you reach home in your own Newfoundland
Think of the young Spaniard who
Kept squeezing your hand
I'll give you farewell love on
A fine summer's breeze
But love don't forget me when
You're crossing the sea
And when you are married
And enjoying your bride
Think on the young maiden who
Lay by your side
"Don't you leave me Johnny Sailor
" were the words she did cry
Waving and weeping and wiping her eyes
When you reach home in your own Newfoundland
Think of the young Spaniard who
Kept squeezing your hand
Think of the young Spaniard who
Kept squeezing your hand