In Amsterdam, there lived a maid
Mark well what I do say!
In Amsterdam there lived a maid
And she was mistress of her trade
I'll go no more a-roving with you, fair maid!
A-roving, a-roving, since roving's been my ru-aye-in,
I'll go no more a-roving with you, fair maid.
Were you ever in Quebec
Stowing timbers on the deck?
Where there's a king with a golden crown
Riding on a donkey!
Hey-ho, away we go, donkey-riding, donkey-riding
Hey-ho, away we go, riding on a donkey!
Sally Brown, she's a bright mulatto, wey-hey, roll and go!
She drinks rum and chews tobacco
Spend my money on Sally Brown.
These and other sea shanties, totally unsuitable for young lips and ears!
D'ye Ken John Peel?
The Ash Grove
Aiken Drum
He who would valiant be
When a knight won his spurs
Immortal, invisible, God only wise
Glad that I live am I
That the sky is blue
Glad for the country lanes
And the fall of dew
After the sun, the rain
After the rain, the sun
This is the way of life
Till the work be done.
All that we need to do,
Be we low or high
Is to see that we grow
Nearer the sky.
Lots of contrast there, and I still remember all the words. So why can't I remember what I had for lunch today? 