Eliza Carthy Rolling Sea
Don't you see the ships a-coming? Don't you see them in
full sail?
Don't you see the ships a-coming With the prizes at
their tail?
Oh, my little Rolling sailor, oh, my little Rolling he;
How I love my Rolling sailor, when he’s on a Rolling
sea.
Sailors they get all the money, soldiers they get none
but brass;
How I love my Rolling sailor, soldiers they may kiss my
arse.
Oh, my little Rolling sailor, oh, my little Rolling he;
How I love my Rolling sailor, when he’s on the Rolling
sea.
How can I be blithe and merry, with my true love far
from me,
All those pretty little sailors they’ve been pressed
and taken to sea
Oh, my little Rolling sailor, Oh, my little Rolling he;
How I love my Rolling sailor, when he’s on the Rolling
sea.
How I wish the press were over and all the wars were at
an end;
then everybody sailor Laddie would be happy with his
friend.
Oh, my little Rolling sailor, Oh, my little Rolling he;
How I love my Rolling sailor, when he’s on the Rolling
sea.
When the wars they are all over and peace and plenty
come again
Everybody’s sailor Laddie will come sailing on the main
Oh, my little Rolling sailor, Oh, my little Rolling he;
How I love my Rolling sailor, when he’s on the Rolling
sea.
All the wars will soon be over and all our sailors once
come home,
Every lass would get her lad she wont have to sleep
alone.
Oh, my little Rolling sailor, Oh, my little Rolling he;
How I love my Rolling sailor, when he’s on the Rolling
sea.
