Lisbon

'Twas on a Monday morning, all in the month of May
Our ship she weighed her anchor, all for to sail away;
The wind did from the southwest blow
For Lisbon we were bound
The hills and dales were covered
With pretty young girls around

I wrote a letter to Nancy, for her to understand
That I should have to leave her, unto some foreign land
She said, My dearest William
These words will break my heart
Oh let us married be tonight, sweet Willie
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