I Drew My Ship Into A Harbour
I drew my ship into a harbour,
I drew her close by where my true love lay,
I drew her close by, up to the window,
To listen what my love did say.
Who's there that raps loud at my window,
That raps so loud and fain wad be in?
'Tis I, 'tis I, your ain true lover,
So lowse the latch love, and let me in.
But slowly, slowly, got she up,
Aye, and slowly, slowly came she doon,
And afore she got the latch unlocked,
Her true love had both been and gone.
Come back, come back, my ain true lover,
Come back my ain one and ease my pain,
Your voice I heard not, and your face I saw not,
Oh! John, my heart now, twill break in twain.
For the ripest apple, 'tis soonest rotten,
And the hottest love, now, 'tis soonest cold
Seldom seen, and soon forgotten,
True love 'tis timid, so be not bold.
But he's brisk and braa, lads, he's far awa' lads,
He's far beyond yon ragin' main,
With the fishers dancin, and the dark eyes glancin,
They've made him quite forget his ain.