275. Blow Ye Winds

Chant de marins (sea shanty), Angleterre et Îles Britanniques. Traditionnel.

1. As I walked out one morning fair, to view the meadows round,
‘Tis there I spied a pretty lass come trip-pin’o’er the ground,

Singin’ blow, ye winds, in the mornin’ - Blow, ye winds, high-ho!
See all clear yer runnun’ gear, an’ blow, me bully boys, blow!

2. My father has a milk-white steed an’ he is in his stall,
He is a clever circus horse, he can balance on a ball,
Singin' blow ye winds...

3. When we goes in the farmer’s yard an’ sees a great big duck,
We catch him an’ we wring his neck, if we have any luck.
Singin' blow ye winds...

4. As I wuz out a-walkin’, close by the riverside,
‘Tis there I spied a naked lass a-swimmin’ in the tide.
Singin' blow ye winds...

5. As I wuz out a-walkin’ all in the pale moonlight,
‘Tis there I spied a yaller gal, her eyes they shone so bright.
Singin' blow ye winds...

6. As I wuz out a-walkin’ down Paradise’s Street,
It’s there I met a flash chowlah, who said, ‘Will ye stand treat?’
Singin' blow ye winds...

7. She took me arm an’ I took hers an’ off we rolled away,
We steered into the Dewdrop Inn, where I could blow me pay.
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