Letra de Lovely On The Water - Steeleye Span
Letra de canci�n de Lovely On The Water de Steeleye Span lyrics
As I walked out one morning
In the springtime of the year
I overheard a sailor boy
Likewise a lady fair
They sang a song together
Made the valleys for to ring
While the birds on the spray in the meadows gay
Proclaimed the lovely spring
Said Willy unto Nancy
Oh we soon must sail away
For its lovely on the water
To hear the music play
For our Queen she do want seamen
So I will not stay on shore
I will brave the wars for my country
Where the blund'ring cannons roar
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Poor Nancy fell and fainted
But soon he brought her to
For it's there they kissed and there embraced
And took a fond adieu
Come change your ring with me my love
For we may meet once more
But there's one above that will guard you love
Where the blund'ring cannons roar
For pounds it is our bounty
And that must do for thee
But to help the aged parents
While I am on the sea
For Tower Hill is crowded
With mother's weeping sore
For their sons are gone to face the war Where the blundering cannons roar
In the springtime of the year
I overheard a sailor boy
Likewise a lady fair
They sang a song together
Made the valleys for to ring
While the birds on the spray in the meadows gay
Proclaimed the lovely spring
Said Willy unto Nancy
Oh we soon must sail away
For its lovely on the water
To hear the music play
For our Queen she do want seamen
So I will not stay on shore
I will brave the wars for my country
Where the blund'ring cannons roar
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Poor Nancy fell and fainted
But soon he brought her to
For it's there they kissed and there embraced
And took a fond adieu
Come change your ring with me my love
For we may meet once more
But there's one above that will guard you love
Where the blund'ring cannons roar
For pounds it is our bounty
And that must do for thee
But to help the aged parents
While I am on the sea
For Tower Hill is crowded
With mother's weeping sore
For their sons are gone to face the war Where the blundering cannons roar