While Cruising Round Yarmouth

While Cruising Round Yarmouth - Ewan MacColl

While cruising round Yarmouth one day on a spree

I met a fair damsel the wind blowing free

I'm a fast-going clipper my kind sir says she

I'm ready for cargo my hold is quite free

Sayin' folderol laddy and folderolay

Folderol laddy and folderolay

What country she come from I could not tell which

By her appearance I thought she was Dutch

Her flag wore its colours her masthead was low

She was round in the quarter and bluff in the bow

Sayin' folderol laddy and folderolay

Folderol laddy and folderolay

I gave her a rope and I took her in tow

From yardarm to yardarm towing we'd go

We towed all together till we came to the head

We both towed together through to Calgary Bay

Sayin' folderol laddy and folderolay

Folderol laddy and folderolay

She took me upstairs and her tops'l she lowered

In a neat little parlour she soon had me moored

She laid in the foresails the staysails and all

With her lily-white hand on my reef-tackle falls

Sayin' folderol laddy and folderolay

Folderol laddy and folderolay

I see here pretty fair maid it's time to give oar

For 'twixt wind and water you've run me ashore

My shot-locker's empty and powder's all spent

I can't fire short frech choked at the vent

Sayin' folderol laddy and folderolay

Folderol laddy and folderolay

Here's luck to the girl with the black curly locks

Here's luck to the girl who put Jack on the rocks

Here's like a doctor who eased all his pain

He's squared his main yards he's a-cruisin' again

Sayin' folderol laddy and folderolay

Folderol laddy and folderolay