Alas, my love you do me wrong 
To cast me off discourteously, 
For I have loved thee so long, 
Delighting in thy company.

Greensleeves was all my joy,
Greensleeves was my delight,
Greensleeves was my heart of gold,
And who but my Lady Greensleeves.

I bought thee petticoats of the best,
The cloth as fine as might be;
I gave thee jewels for thy chest,
And all this cost I spent on thee.


Greensleeves, now farewell, adieu!
God I pray to prosper thee,
For I am still thy lover true.
Come once again and love me.



It was down in old Joe's barroom,
On a corner by the square;
The drinks were served as usual,
And the usual crowd was there.

On my left stood Joe McKennedy,
His eyes were bloodshot red;
He turned to the crowd around him,
And these were the very words he said.

"I went down to the St. James
I saw my baby there.
Stretched out on a long white table,
So sweet, so cold, so fair."

Let her go, let her go, God bless her
Wherever she may be;
She may search this wide world over,
Never find as sweet a man as me.

When I die, please bury me
In my high-top Stetson hat;
Put a 20 dollar goldpiece on my watch
So the gang'll know I'm standing pat.


I want 6 crap shooters for pall
A chorus girl to sing me a song;
Put a jazz band on my hearse wagon
To raise hell as we roll along.

And now that you've heard my story,
I'll take another shot of booze.
If anyone should happen to ask you,
Well, I've got those gamblers blues.



As I set out one evening upon a
   night's career,
I spied a pretty fireship and to her
   I did steer,
She hoisted up her sig-a-nal, which
   I did quickly view,
And when I had my bunting up she
   immediately hove to-o-o.

She had a dark and roving eye,
And her hair hung down in ringalets;
She was a nice girl, a decent girl,
But one of the rakish kind.

"Excuse me sir," she said to me,
   "for being out so late,
If my parents knew of this, then sad
   would be my fate.
My father is a minister, a good and
   virtuous man,
My mother is a Methodist; I do the
   best I can."


I took her to a tavern, and treated
   her to wine,
Little did I then suspect that she
   was of the rakish kind.
I handled her, I dandled her, and
   then to my surprise,
I found she was an old pirate ship
   rigged up in a disguise.


So listen all you sailor men, where-
   ever you may be,
Beware of them there fireships - one
   was the ruin of me.
Beware of them, stay clear of them,
   they'll be the death of you,
'Twas there I had my mizzen sprung
   and my strongbox broken through.

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