Een Shoot the Moon site The Dubliners zijn verreweg de meest invloedrijke Ierse folkband. Bijna de helft van de nummers in de Meezingfolkbundel komt uit hun repertoire. Ze zongen en speelden voornamelijk traditionals, zoals Home boys home (op hun eerste elpee, uit 1964). laatst bijgewerkt op: 22 september 2021 ©  2021 Oh well, who wouldn't be a sailor lad a-sailin' on the main To gain the goodwill of his captain's good name He came ashore one evening for to be And that was the beginning of me own true love and me And it's home, boys home Home I'd like to be, home for a while in my own country Where the oak and the ash and the bonny rowan tree Are all a-growing green in the north country Well, I asked her for a candle for to light me up to bed And likewise for a handkerchief to tie around me head She tended to me needs like a young maid ought to do So then I says to her: now won't you leap in with me too? And it's home, boys home Home I'd like to be, home for a while in my own country Where the oak and the ash and the bonny rowan tree Are all a-growing green in the north country Well, she jumped into bed, making no alarm Thinking a young sailor lad could do to her no harm Well, I hugged her and I kissed her the whole night long 'Till she wished the short night had been seven years long And it's home, boys home Home I'd like to be, home for a while in my own country Where the oak and the ash and the bonny rowan tree Are all a-growing green in the north country Well, early next morning the sailor lad arose And into Mary's apron threw a handful of gold Saying: take this me dear, for the mischief that I've done For tonight I fear I've left you with a daughter or a son And it's home, boys home Home I'd like to be, home for a while in my own country Where the oak and the ash and the bonny rowan tree Are all a-growing green in the north country Well, if it be a girl child, send her out to nurse With gold in her pocket and with silver in her purse And if it be a boy child he'll wear the jacket blue And go climbing up the rigging like his daddy used to do And it's home, boys home Home I'd like to be, home for a while in my own country Where the oak and the ash and the bonny rowan tree Are all a-growing green in the north country Oh, come all of you fair maidens, a warning take by me And never let a sailor lad an inch above your knee For I trusted one and he beguiled me He left me with a pair of twins to dangle on me knee And it's home, boys home Home I'd like to be, home for a while in my own country Where the oak and the ash and the bonny rowan tree Are all a-growing green in the north country.
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