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O come you home dear Johnny
O come you home from sea?
Last night my daughter Polly
Was dreamingof thee.
O what for luck, dear Johnny?
No for luck, says he;
I lost my ship and cargo
All on the raging sea.
Go bring your daughter Polly
And set her down by me.
We'll drink a melancholy
And married we will be.
My daughter's busy
And can't come in to thee;
Except you wait an hour,
It's one, two and three.
O Johnny, being drowsy,
He dropped down his head.
He called for a candle
To light him to bed.
My beds they are full
And has been all the week,
And now for your lodging
Out of doors you may seek.
It's bring here your reckoning book,
Johnny he did say,
And let me pay my reckoning bill
Before I go away.
Twas then forty guineas
Polly did behold,
And out of his pockets
Drawed handfuls of gold.
The old woman she vowed
And she vowed in a tusk,
Saying what she had said
Had ben through a joke.
My green beds they are empty
And have been all yhis week,
Awaiting for you and daughter Polly
To take a pleasant sleep.
It's you and your daughter Polly
Both deserves to be burned,
And before I lodge here
I would lodge in a barn.
Be careful of your money, boys,
And lay it up i store,
And when you have no money, boys,
You're turned out of doors.
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