Pleasant and Delightful - The Irish Rovers

It was pleasant and delightful

On a midsummer’s morn

Where the green fields and meadows

Were buried in the corn

And the blackbirds and thrushes

Sang on every green tree

And the larks they sang melodious

At the dawning of the day

Well a sailor and his true love

Were out walking one day

Said the sailor to his true love

I am bound for the Easy Indies

Where the loud cannons roar

And I’m leaving my Nancy

She’s the one that I adore

Said the Sailor to his true love

Well I must be on me way

The topsails are hoisted

And the anchors are weighed

Our big ship lies waiting for to sail on the tide

And if ever I return again

Then I’ll make you my bride

Then the ring from her finger

She instantly drew

Saying take this dear Geordie

And me heart will go too

And as he was embracing her

Tears from her eyes fell

Saying may I go along with you

Oh no me love farewell