Sweet William - Clare Bowen

Father, father, come build me a boat

But over the wide ocean I may go

And every ship that I pass by

They all require my sailor boy

A hunting sail by half an hour

Before I met a boat, manowar

Captain, captain, come tell me true

Is my sweet William on board with you?

No, kind lady, he is not here

But he is drunk most great I fear

The other night when the wind blew high

That’s when we lost your sailor boy

I sat me down, I’ll write a song

I’ll write it neat and I’ll write it long

In every verse I’ll shed a tear

In every line hold Willy dear