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by Great Big Sea


John Barbour
by Great Big Sea
capo on 3



                              
What ails you my daughter dear
        
your eyes are so dim
 
have you had any sore sickness

or yet been sleeping with a man

                   
I have not had any sore sickness
      
but I know what's ailing me
                            
I thinking of my own true love
                    
he plows the raging sea
                    
he plows the raging sea

                                 
be he a lord or a duke or a knight
                             
or a man of wealth of fame
                           
or is he one of my sailor lads
                      
come tell me now his name

                        
he is no lord or a duke or knight
                       
or a man of wealth and fame
                          
he is one of your sailor lads
                         
and john barbour is his name

                           
now if John Barbour is his name
                     
a lowly sailor man is he
                           
and if John Barbor is his name
                    
then hanged he will be
                    
than hanged he will be


                              
the king he calls his sailors all
                  
by one by two by three
                                
John Barbour was the first he called 
                      
but the last came was he

                     
when he came a trippin down
                        
he was clothed in all in white
                             
his hair were like the roses red
                          
and his teeth were ivory brite

                            
he paid their wages with a smile
                         
when John Barbour he did see
                              
if i was a woman if I were a man
                         
then bedfellows we would be

                         
will you marry my daughter Jane
                    
and take her by the hand
                            
will you come and dine with me
                       
take charge of all my land

                         
I will marry your daughter Jane
                        
and I'll take her by the hand
                          
I will come and dine with you
                            
but to hell with all your lands
                           
if you can give her one gold piece
                                            
then I can give her three
                      
for I am bold John Barbour
                     
and I plow the raging sea
                  
I plow the raging sea
                  
I plow the raging sea