文本歌词

Johnny & Molly - Dervish
Said Johnny to Molly, 'I'm now going to leave you,
And do not be grieved at my going away,
For the more we are parted, we'll always be true-hearted,
And again I'll return in the sweet month of May.'
Said Molly to Johnny, 'Oh, I will mourn for you,
And I will be grieved at your going away,
For you know very well that your absence does grieve me.
I'm afraid you might die in some strange country.
'I'll dress myself up like a neat little sea boy.
Amidst all life's dangers, I will stand your friend.
Through the winds that lie lofty and high winds that are blowing,
My dear, I'll be with you to plow the rough main.'
'Your delicate fingers our ropes could not handle.
Your lily-white feet, love, our decks could not stand.
Nor the cold nights of winter, you ne'er could endure them,
So stay at home, darling. To the seas do not go.'
Her two little arms round his neck she entwined them,
And the clear crystal tears from her eyes down did flow,
And her lily-white hands on the decks she kept wringing,
Crying, 'Oh, my beloved, will I ne'er see you more'
So come, all you young fair maids that's inclined to marry.
Never place your affections too much upon one man,
For first they will court you and then they'll deceive you,
And they'll leave you as I was left to mourn when they're gone.