The Banks of Green Willow

It's of a sea captain
Who lived down by the seaside, oh
And he's courted with a fair maid
And he's got her with child

Go and get your father's goodwill
And get some of your mother's money
And we'll sail right o'er the ocean
Along with young Johnny

Oh she's got her father's goodwill
And she's ta'en some of her mother's money
And she's sailed right o'er the ocean
Along with young Johnny

Now they had not been a-sailing
But six weeks or better
Before she needed women
And she could not get any

Oh hold your tongue you silly girl
Oh hold your tongue my honey
For we cannot get women
For love nor for money

Now they had not been a sailing
But seven weeks or better
With our sails high and the sea smooth
But miles we made not any

Oh there's fay folk in our gallant ship
The captain he cried so boldly
Oh there's fay folk in our gallant ship
She will not sail for me

So they've cast the black bullets
And they've cursed twice six and forty
And it's oh the black bullet
Fell on his dearest honey