Old Seaward

A lonely old salt who has only the figureheads of sailing ships for company.

Old Seaward

Old Seaward sets out at the break of the day His peg-a-leg thumping the length of the quay Each figurehead nodding at him as he passes And he sings an old sea song to each of these lasses

Chorus: Singing torralie tooralie up laddy dee With me me manny wee manny barnacle bree Singing tooralie tooralie up laddy doo With me me manny wee manny barnacle brew

He nods at the Mermaid in her sea foamy gown And bows to the Duchess in her bright painted crown To the Rose of Seville and the Dame of Dundee He sings his old sea song to each one he sees

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At the good ship Belinda he stops and he stares At the fine featured maiden and her long flowing hair Neath the burl of her bosum hand-carved in soft lines He drops to one knee saying won’t you be mine

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