every real folk singer used to have two or three versions of this to bring out for the right audience. it’s one of those songs that takes hold of the singer and sings itself.Read More wild rover no more
for seven years i’ve been beastly treated and heavy irons on my legs i wore
my back with flogging is lacerated and often painted with my crimson gore
i will dance i will sing and my life shall be gay
i will charm every heart in the crowd i survey
a sailor farewells his girlRead More maryanne
A owrlin ha las hy gon,
a’y sav yn hy lowarth hi:
Arloedhes Marya orwir!
Ny ganso le mann dhedhi.