No 103 I’ll Build Myself a Gallant Ship
(Solo or Quartette)
F.W.B.
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1
I’ll build myself a gallant ship,
A ship of noble fame;
And four and twenty mariners,
Shall box and man the same;
And I will stand, with helm in hand,
To urge them o’er the main.
2
No scarf shall o’er my shoulders go,
I will not comb my hair;
The pale moonlight, the candle bright
Shall neither tell I’m fair.
Beside the mast I stand so fast,
Unresting in despair.
3
The rain may beat, and round my feet
The waters wash and foam,
O thou North wind lag not behind
But bear me far from home!
My hands I wring, and sobbing sing,
As over seas I roam.
4
The moon so pale shall light my sail,
As o’er the sea I fly,
To where afar the Eastern star
Is twinkling in the sky.
I would I were with my love fair,
Ere ever my love die!