The Weary Cutters
Oh, the weary cutters have stolen my laddie from me.
They've pressed him far away foreign
With Nelson beyond the salt sea.
Oh, the lousy cutters and oh, the weary sea,
Oh, the lousy cutters have taken my laddie from me.
They always come in the night,
They never come in the day,
They come at night and steal the laddies away.
Oh, the weary cutters and oh, the weary sea,
Oh, the weary cutters have taken my laddie from me.
I'll give the cutter a guinea,
I'll give the cutter no more,
I'll give him a guinea to steal my laddie ashore.
Contributed by Bernart Bartleby - 2016/11/25 - 13:25
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