| I knows a town, an’ it’s a fine town, And many a brig goes sailin’ to its quay; I knows an inn, an’ it’s a fine inn, An’ a lass that’s fair to see. I knows a town, an’ it’s a fine town; I knows an inn, an’ it’s a fine inn— But Oh my lass, an’ Oh the gay gown, Which I have seen my pretty in! |
| I knows a port, an’ it’s a good port, An’ many a brig is ridin’ easy there; I knows a home, an’ it’s a good home, An’ a lass that’s sweet an’ fair. I knows a port, an’ it’s a good port, I knows a home, an’ it’s a good home— But Oh the pretty that is my sort, What’s wearyin’ till I come! |
| I knows a day, an’ it’s a fine day, The day a sailor man comes back to town; I knows a tide, an’ it’s a good tide, The tide that gets you quick to anchors down. I knows a day, an’ it’s a fine day, I knows a tide, an’ it’s a good tide— And God help the lubber, I say, What’s stole the sailor man’s bride! |