As down by Derry Harbour, as I carelessly did stray
There I beheld a sailor lad, likewise a lady gay
She appeared to me like Venus bright or some superior star
As she walked the beach lamenting for her jolly roving tar.

Oh, many's a pleasant evening my love and I did pass
With many's a jovial sailor lad and many's a gay young lass
With the fiddlers sweetly o playing and whiskey in the jar
She walked hand in hand together with her jolly roving tar.

If you had seen young Willie, all dressed in sailor's clothes
With his cheeks as red as roses, and his eyes as dark as sloes
His hair hung down in ringlets fine, no blemish did him mar
And her heart lies in the bosom of her jolly roving tar.

Pretty Susan boarded a long boat and they rowed her to shore.
She's gone to her father's ships to see if they're well stored.
Saying, “Adieu, ye maids of Derry town, I'm going from you afar.”
“To sail the wide world over,” says her jolly roving tar.

“Oh Willie, lovely Willie, why must you go away?
When I arrive at twenty-one, sure I'm a lady gay.
I'll man one of my father's ships and I'll brave the Chinese War.”
For her heart lies in the bosom of her jolly roving tar.

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