The Dancing Maid - Drops of Green

There is a young maiden, she lives all a-lone She lived all a-lone on the shore-o There's nothing she can find to comfort her mind But to roam all a-lone on the shore, shore, shore But to roam all a-lone on the shore 'Twas of the young Captain who sailed the salt sea Let the wind blow high, blow low I will die, I will die, the young Captain did cry If I don't have that maid on the shore, shore, shore ... I have lots of silver, I have lots of gold I have lots of costly ware-o I'll divide, I'll divide, with my jolly ship's cres If they row me that maid on the shore, shore, shore ... After much persuasion, they got her aboard Let the wind blow high, blow low They replaced her away in his cabin below Here's adieu to all sorrow and care, care, care ... They replaced her away in his cabin below Let the wind blow high, blow low She's so pretty and neat, she's so sweet and complete She's sung Captain and sailors to sleep, sleep, sleep ... Then she robbed him of silver, she robbed him of gold She robbed him of costly ware-o Then took his broadsword instead of an oar And paddled her way to the shore, shore, shore ... Me men must be crazy, me men must be mad Me men must be deep in despair-o For to let you away from my cabin so gay And to paddle your way to the shore, shore, shore ... Your men was not crazy, your men was not mad Your men was not deep in despair-o I deluded your sailors as well as yourself I'm a maiden again on the shore, shore, shore ...

The old home town looks the same As I step down from the train, And there to meet me is my Mama and Papa. Down the road I look and there runs Mary Hair of gold and lips like cherries. It's good to touch the green, green grass of home. Yes, they'll all come to meet me, arms reaching, smiling sweetly. It's good to touch the green, green grass of home. The old house is still standing tho' the paint is cracked and dry, And there's that old oak tree that I used to play on. Down the lane I walk with my sweet Mary, Hair of gold and lips like cherries. It's good to touch the green, green grass of home. Then I awake and look around me, At four grey walls that surround me And I realize, yes, I was only dreaming. For there's a guard and there's a sad old padre, Arm in arm, we'll walk at daybreak. Again I touch the green, green grass of home. Yes, they'll all come to see me In the shade of that old oak tree As they lay me 'neath the green, green grass of home.

The old home town looks the same As I step down from the train And there to meet me is my mama and my papa Down the road I look, and there comes Mary Hair of gold and lips like cherries It's good to touch the green, green grass of home The old house is still standing Though the paint is cracked and dry And there's the old oak tree that I used to play on Down the lane I walk with my sweet Mary Hair of gold and lips like cherries It's good to touch the green, green grass of home Yes, they'll all come to see me Arms reaching, smiling sweetly It's good to touch the green, green grass of home Then I awake and look around me At the four gray walls that surround me And I realize that I was only dreaming For there's a guard, and there's a sad old padre Arm in arm, we'll walk at daybreak Again, I'll touch the green, green grass of home Yes, they'll all come to see me In the shade of the old oak tree As they lay me 'neath the green, green grass of home

(It's so good to touch the green green grass of home) The old hometown looks the same as I step down from the train And there to meet me is my mama and papa And down the road I look and there runs Mary hair of gold and lips like cherries It's good to touch the green green grass of home Yes they'll all come to meet me arms areaching smiling sweetly It's good to touch the green green grass of home The old house is still standing though the paint is cracked and dry And there's that old oak tree that I used to play on And down the lane I walk with my sweet Mary hair of gold and lips like cherries It's good to touch the green green grass of home Yes they'll all come to meet me arms areaching smiling sweetly It's good to touch the green green grass of home Then I awake and look around me at the cold grey walls that surround me And I realize that I was only dreaming For there's a guard and there's a sad old padre arm in arm we'll walk at daybreak Again I'll touch the green green grass of home Yes they'll all come to see me in the shade of that old oak tree As they lay me neath the green green grass of home

The old hometown looks the same as I step down from the train There to meet me is my mama and papa Down the lane I look and there runs Mary Hair of gold and lips like cherry It's good to touch the green green grass of home The old house is still standing though the paint is cracked and dry There's the old oak tree that I used to play on Down the lane I walk with my sweet Mary Hair of gold and lips like cherry It's so good to touch the green green grass of home Yes, they'll all come to meet me arms outreached smiling sweetly It's so good to touch the green green grass of home Then I awake and look around me at the four gray walls that surround me And I realized that I was only dreaming For there's a guard and there's that sad old padre Arm in arm we'll walk at daybreak And again I'll touch the green green grass of home Yes, they'll all come to see me in the shade of that old oak tree And they lay me 'neath the green green grass of home

The old hometown looks the same As I step down from the train And there to meet me is my mama and papa Down the road I look and there runs Mary Hair of gold and lips like cherries It's good to touch the green, green grass of home Yes, they'll all come to meet me Arms reaching, smiling sweetly It's good to touch the green, green grass of home The old house is still standing Though the paint is cracked and dry And there's that old oak tree that I used to play on Down the lane, I walk with my sweet Mary Hair of gold and lips like cherries It's good to touch the green, green grass of home Then I awake and look around me At four grey walls that surround me And I realize, yes, I was only dreaming For there's a guard and there's a sad, old padre On and on, we'll walk at daybreak Again, I'll touch the green, green grass of home Yes, they'll all come to see me In the shade of that old oak tree As they lay me 'Neath the green, green grass of home