'Twas on a Monday morning, all in the month of May

Our ship she weighed her anchor, all for to sail away;

The wind did from the southwest blow

For Lisbon we were bound

The hills and dales were covered

With pretty young girls around

I wrote a letter to Nancy, for her to understand

That I should have to leave her, unto some foreign land

She said, My dearest William

These words will break my heart

Oh let us married be tonight, sweet Willie

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