Seven Years

Fair young maid standing by her window
 A brisk young sailor she chanced to see
 He looked on her as if he knew her
 Saying pretty girl, would you fancy me
 Seven years I have loved a sailor
 And seven more he's been gone to sea
 Seven more I will wait upon him
 Till he returns for to marry me
 Fair young maid, don't you be so foolish
 To waste your life upon just one man
 Perhaps he's dead, or perhaps he's married
 Maybe he's ill in a foreign land
 If he's sick, I will wish him better
 And if he's married, I will wish him joy
 If he's dead, I will wish him heaven
 For he once was my sailor boy
 Seven years, you have been so loyal
 And seven years, you have been so true
 I wish I was that brisk young sailor
 I'd not delay for to marry you
 Seven years I have loved a sailor
 And seven more he's been gone to sea
 Seven years makes an alteration
 In the course of love between you and me