[00:01.38]While Cruising Round Yarmouth - Ewan MacColl
[00:05.24]While cruising round Yarmouth one day on a spree
[00:09.33]I met a fair damsel the wind blowing free
[00:14.27]I'm a fast-going clipper my kind sir says she
[00:18.53]I'm ready for cargo my hold is quite free
[00:22.11]Sayin' folderol laddy and folderolay
[00:26.71]Folderol laddy and folderolay
[00:33.50]What country she come from I could not tell which
[00:37.98]By her appearance I thought she was Dutch
[00:42.40]Her flag wore its colours her masthead was low
[00:46.25]She was round in the quarter and bluff in the bow
[00:49.88]Sayin' folderol laddy and folderolay
[00:54.35]Folderol laddy and folderolay
[01:01.10]I gave her a rope and I took her in tow
[01:04.95]From yardarm to yardarm towing we'd go
[01:10.73]We towed all together till we came to the head
[01:14.36]We both towed together through to Calgary Bay
[01:18.10]Sayin' folderol laddy and folderolay
[01:22.63]Folderol laddy and folderolay
[01:28.20]She took me upstairs and her tops'l she lowered
[01:32.17]In a neat little parlour she soon had me moored
[01:36.85]She laid in the foresails the staysails and all
[01:40.72]With her lily-white hand on my reef-tackle falls
[01:44.27]Sayin' folderol laddy and folderolay
[01:48.68]Folderol laddy and folderolay
[01:55.31]I see here pretty fair maid it's time to give oar
[01:58.88]For 'twixt wind and water you've run me ashore
[02:04.77]My shot-locker's empty and powder's all spent
[02:08.59]I can't fire short frech choked at the vent
[02:12.01]Sayin' folderol laddy and folderolay
[02:16.41]Folderol laddy and folderolay
[02:22.75]Here's luck to the girl with the black curly locks
[02:26.56]Here's luck to the girl who put Jack on the rocks
[02:32.06]Here's like a doctor who eased all his pain
[02:35.72]He's squared his main yards he's a-cruisin' again
[02:39.15]Sayin' folderol laddy and folderolay
[02:43.58]Folderol laddy and folderolay

While Cruising Round Yarmouth - Ewan MacColl
While cruising round Yarmouth one day on a spree
I met a fair damsel the wind blowing free
I'm a fast-going clipper my kind sir says she
I'm ready for cargo my hold is quite free
Sayin' folderol laddy and folderolay
Folderol laddy and folderolay
What country she come from I could not tell which
By her appearance I thought she was Dutch
Her flag wore its colours her masthead was low
She was round in the quarter and bluff in the bow
Sayin' folderol laddy and folderolay
Folderol laddy and folderolay
I gave her a rope and I took her in tow
From yardarm to yardarm towing we'd go
We towed all together till we came to the head
We both towed together through to Calgary Bay
Sayin' folderol laddy and folderolay
Folderol laddy and folderolay
She took me upstairs and her tops'l she lowered
In a neat little parlour she soon had me moored
She laid in the foresails the staysails and all
With her lily-white hand on my reef-tackle falls
Sayin' folderol laddy and folderolay
Folderol laddy and folderolay
I see here pretty fair maid it's time to give oar
For 'twixt wind and water you've run me ashore
My shot-locker's empty and powder's all spent
I can't fire short frech choked at the vent
Sayin' folderol laddy and folderolay
Folderol laddy and folderolay
Here's luck to the girl with the black curly locks
Here's luck to the girl who put Jack on the rocks
Here's like a doctor who eased all his pain
He's squared his main yards he's a-cruisin' again
Sayin' folderol laddy and folderolay
Folderol laddy and folderolay