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Lyrics for Ships Carpenter by Unknown:
| | | Artist: | Unknown |
| | Album: | Unknown | | Track: | Ships Carpenter | | | | Date Added: | 18/10/2007 | | Views: | 166 | | | | Lyrics: | The Ship's Carpenter
'Twas in Lisburgh of late a fair damsel did dwell;
Her wit and
her beauty no one could e'er tell.
She was loved by a fair one who called her his dear
And
he by his trade was a ship's carpenteer.
He says, 'Molly, lovely Molly, if you will
agree
And give your consent, love, for to marry me.
Your love it would cure me from all
sorrow and care
If you will agree to wed a ship's carpenter.'
'Twas changing and
blushing like a rose in full bloom
'To marry you,' Willie, you know I'm too young.
I'm
afraid for to venture before I prepare;
I never will marry a ship's carpenter.'
Her
talk was in vain as he straight took denial,
And he by his coming soon made her
reply.
'Twas by her exception he led her astray;
O'er high hills and pathways he did her
betray.
Things passed on for awhile till at length we did hear
A ship must be
sailing all o'er the salt sea.
It grieved this fair damsel and wounded her heart-
To think
from her darling how soon must she part.
She says, 'Willie, lovely Willie' are you going
on sea?
Remember those vows that you once made to me.
If at home you don't tarry I can
find no rest,
Oh how can You leave your poor darling at last ?'
With tender
expression those words he did say:
'I will marry you, Molly, before I go away.
If it be
tomorrow, and you will come down,
A ring I will buy you worth one hundred
pound.'
With tender expression they parted that night;
They promised to meet the
next morning by light.
Says Willie to Molly, 'You must come with me
And before we are
married my friends for to see.'
He led her through pathways, o'er hills that were
steep
Till this pretty fair one began for to weep,
Saying, 'False-hearted Willie, you've
led me astray,
Purpose my innocent life to betray.'
He says, 'You have guessed
right; on earth can't you see
For all of last night I've been digging your grave.'
When
innocent Molly she heard him say so,
Tears from her eyes like a fountain did
flow.
'Twas a grave with a spade lying there she did spy
Which caused her to sigh
and to weep bitterly.
O false-hearted Willie, you're the worst of mankind.
Is this the
bride's bed I expected to find?
'Tis pity my infant and spare me my life;
Let me
live full of shame if I can't be your wife.
Take not my life, for my soul you'll
betray
And you (to perdition) soon hurried away.'
There's no time to be waiting,
disputing to stand.
He instantly taking a knife in his hand,
He pierced her bosom and the
blood down did flow,
And into the grave her poor body he throwed.
He covered her
over and then hurried home,
Leaving none but the small birds her fate to be known.
He then
sailed on board without more delay;
He sad sailed for Plowmount far o'er the salt
sea.
'Twas a young man named Stewart with courage so brave,
The night it was dark as
he went to the wave.
A beauty fair damsel to him did appear,
She held in her arrums an
infant most dear.
Being merry with liquor, he ran to embrace,
Transported with joy
at her beautiful face,
But by his amazement she vanished away.
He told to the captain
without more delay.
The captain soon summoned his jolly ship's crew.
'Oh my brave
young fellows, I fear some of you
Has murdered that fair one and then come with me;
Her
poor spirit haunts you all o'er the salt sea.'
Then false-hearted Willie he fell to his
knees
And the blood in his veins all like horror did freeze,
Crying, 'Monster, oh lover,
oh what have I done ?
God help me, I fear my poor soul is undone.'
'You poor injured
fair one, your pardon I crave;
How soon must I follow you down to the grave!
There's none
but you, fair one, to see that sad sight.'
And by her distraction he died the same
night.
Note: This is based on a garland, the Gosport Tragedy, printed in
London
ca. 1750. Its 35 verses were later condensed into a
short 19 verse version called The Cruel
Ship's Carpenter, very
popular in Canada, England and the US around 1900. It seems to
be the direct source for Pretty Polly, and is certainly related
to many of the other murder
ballads.
From Penguin Book of Canadian Folk Songs, Fowke. Collected from
Leo Spoencer,
1962
@murder @ghost @bastard
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