| Lyrics: | I'LL NEVER GET HOME TO MY DARLING TONIGHT
As I was a-walking one evening alone,
I
met a young fellow making his moan
The sky may be fair and the stars may be bright
But
I'll never get home to my darling toning.
There was fine ale at Acombe, and fine ale at
Wall,
The fine ale at Fallowfields's the best of them all.
I drank to the company so warm
and so tight,
But I'll never get home to my darling tonight.
I promised her
presents, I promised her spice.
She said that a shawl for the bairn would be nice.
But the
coin in my hand it soon left me sight,
And I'll never get home to my darling tonight.
My
friends called me back e'er I made for the door,
So many friends that I'd ne'er seen
before,
But I can't see them now though try as I might,
And I'll never get home to my
darling tonight.
There's no boat on the river, so I cannot row,
And the water's too wide
for to wade in I know,
And the road is too long with no horse for to ride,
So I'll never
get home to my darling toning.
So all you young fellows now hear what I say,
Head straight
for home, when you pocket you pay,
For the fire in the ale-house is warm and it's
bright,
But I'll never get home to my darling tonight.
@love @parting
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