A Hundred Years Ago

A hundred years on the eastern shore

Oh yes oh

A hundred years on the eastern shore

A hundred years ago

Oh when I sailed across the sea

Oh yes oh

My girl said she'd be true to me

A hundred years ago

I promised her a golden ring

Oh yes oh

She promised me that little thing

A hundred years ago

Oh up aloft this yard must go

Oh yes oh

For mister mate has told us so

A hundred years ago

I thought I heard the old man say

Oh yes oh

That we was homeward bound today

A hundred years ago

A Hundred Years Ago - Ewan MacColl