Who will hold your pretty little hand, when I am gone a sailor? A timeless story in a land wedded to the sea.
Brand new old songs of the '30s, '40s, '50s and '60s.
Lyrics
Gone A Sailor
Who will hold your pretty little hand, my lovely Annie Taylor?
And who will walk you by the strand, when I am gone a sailor?
My course is set for foreign shore
I may see your darling face no more
Give me just one kiss before
Will you love me, lovely Annie?
Who will stroke your pretty golden hair, my lovely Annie Taylor?
And who will kiss your cheek so fair, when I am gone a sailor?
On Govan’s Head so wild and free
Above a black and stormy sea
Will you stand and watch and wait for me?
Will you love me, lovely Annie?
Who will warm you when you’re cold, my lovely Annie Taylor?
And who will love you when you’re old, and I am gone a sailor?
I’m a sailing man and born to roam
And should I slip beneath the foam
Ne’er again to see the lights of home
Will you love me, lovely Annie?
Fare ye well, my lovely Annie.
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