Tommy Makem Love Is Kind
Oh love is kind to the least of men
E awa, E awa
Though he be but a drunken tar
E awa, awa
Far from man and the sight of land
Oh, who will love the sailor man?
Take me to that star eyed maid
I was happy with her laid
In the comfort of her bed
Oh let me lie until I'm dead
Oh love is kind to the least of men
Though he be but a drunken tar
