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43 lines
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This song came about after I had heard one too many folk songs where the
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sailor comes home from sea and meets his True Love and she doesn't recognize
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him.
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The tune where the man is speaking is fairly typical of the Scottish
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ballads and slightly remenicent of Matty Groves. The tune where the lady is
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speaking is liveler and vaguly resembles a sea shanty. When I perform this
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people generraly clap during that portion. It will of course scan to
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Greensleves but so will the phone book.
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Drastic Changes
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Words and Music: Scott Fridenberg
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As I roved out one May morning, One May morning so free
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I overherd a fair pretty maid weeping by the sea.
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I stepped up to this fair pretty maid saying
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what can the matter be?
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She Jumped with suprise,
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And she dried her eyes.
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And this is what she said to me.
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My - y - y Johnny is a sailor lad and he sails accros the waves.
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He loves me very tenderly and all his pay he saves.
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And we are to be married when next he comes to shore.
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But it's been two years,
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And I do fear,
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That he sails the ocean floor.
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I stepped up to this fair pretty maid, and to her I did explain,
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This lad that you are weeping for, I am the very same.
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I've come to claim my own true love and Johnny is me name.
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She stepped back a pace,
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And she studied my face,
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And this is what she did proclaim.
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My - y - y Johnny he was six foot tall you're but five foot two.
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His eyes were such a lovely green, you're two eyes are blue.
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My Johnnys hair was sandy blond and your's is firey red.
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Isn't it strange
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What time can change?
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Come now let's off to bed.
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