Martin Carthy - Banks of Green Willow lyrics

It's of a sea captain Who lived down by the seaside, oh, And he's courted with a fair maid, And he's got her with child. Go and get your father's goodwill, And get some of your mother's money, And we'll sail right o'er the ocean Along with young Johnny. Oh she's got her father's goodwill, And she's ta'en some of her mother's money, And she's sailed right o'er the ocean Along with young Johnny. Now they had not been a-sailing But six weeks or better, Before she needed women And she could not get any. Oh hold your tongue you silly girl Oh hold your tongue my honey For we cannot get women For love nor for money. Now they had not been a sailing But seven weeks or better, With our sails high and the sea smooth, But miles we made not any. Oh there's fay folk in our gallant ship, The captain he cried so boldly, Oh there's fay folk in our gallant ship, She will not sail for me. So they've cast the black bullets, And they've cursed twice six and forty, And it's oh the black bullet Fell on his dearest honey. Oh he's tied a napkin all round her head And he's tied it round so softly, And he's thrown her right over, Both she and her baby. And it's seeing how she doth swim my boys, And it's seeing how she doth swagger, She will never leave off swimming Till she come to some cover. Oh she shall have a coffin And the nails shall shine yellow And me love she shall be buried On the banks of green willow.