Figgy Duff - Tarry Trousers lyrics

As I roved out one fine summer's evening To view those flowers and to take the air, 'Twas there I spied a tender mother Talking to her daughter dear Daughter, O daughter, I'II have you to marry, No longer to live a sweet single life O mother, O mother, I'd rather to tarry To be a brave young sailor's wife A sailor shy sits all for to wander To some foreign country he go They will cause you to sigh and to murmur They will prove your overthrow Or if you could get me to wed with a farmer To be your joy and heart's delight But give me the boy with the tarry, tarry trousers Shine in my eye like the diamond bright She hung her head on the top of her shoulders Tears from her eyes like the fountains flowed I'll stay at home and be true-hearted Whilst my love to the seas doth go Hark, O hark, how the great guns are a-rattling Big and small, they all make noise My true love's in the field of battle Now fight on, my gallant boys