Tarry Trousers

As I roved out one fine summer's evening
 To view those flowers and to take the air
 'Twas there I spied a tender mother
 Talking to her daughter dear
 Daughter, O daughter, I'II have you to marry
 No longer to live a sweet single life
 O mother, O mother, I'd rather to tarry
 To be a brave young sailor's wife
 A sailor shy sits all for to wander
 To some foreign country he go
 They will cause you to sigh and to murmur
 They will prove your overthrow
 Or if you could get me to wed with a farmer
 To be your joy and heart's delight
 But give me the boy with the tarry, tarry trousers
 Shine in my eye like the diamond bright
 She hung her head on the top of her shoulders
 Tears from her eyes like the fountains flowed
 I'll stay at home and be true-hearted
 Whilst my love to the seas doth go
 Hark, O hark, how the great guns are a-rattling
 Big and small, they all make noise
 My true love's in the field of battle
 Now fight on, my gallant boys