Bad luck to the rolling water, bad luck to the salty brine,
I only had the one true love, she swore she would be mine.
Now she’s gone and left me and wandered far away,
Left me crying here beside the water.
Well Nancy Doyle it was her name, she was a fine young lady,
Until she sailed away from me and she almost drove me crazy.
Well Nancy came from Dublin town, right beside the Poddle,
‘Til o’er the sea away from me she chanced all for to toddle.
Bad luck to the rolling water, bad luck to the salty brine,
I only had the one true love, she swore she would be mine.
Now she’s gone and left me and wandered far away,
Left me crying here beside the water.
Her eyes were wild and shone bright blue, her laugh was full and hearty,
Her humour droll, the life and soul and centre of every party.
She could drink a pint of whiskey all straight from the can,
When the night was done and dusted it was then she’d hold my hand.
Bad luck to the rolling water, bad luck to the salty brine,
I only had the one true love, she swore she would be mine.
Now she’s gone and left me and wandered far away,
Left me crying here beside the water.
She might not have been Aurora, a Flora or Diana,
But she sang songs in the back tap room along to the ould piana.
She was not Euternatia, nor was she Venus bright,
But she could drink much more than you and beat you in a fight.
I only had the one true love, she swore she would be mine.
Now she’s gone and left me and wandered far away,
Left me crying here beside the water.
Well Nancy Doyle it was her name, she was a fine young lady,
Until she sailed away from me and she almost drove me crazy.
Well Nancy came from Dublin town, right beside the Poddle,
‘Til o’er the sea away from me she chanced all for to toddle.
Bad luck to the rolling water, bad luck to the salty brine,
I only had the one true love, she swore she would be mine.
Now she’s gone and left me and wandered far away,
Left me crying here beside the water.
Her eyes were wild and shone bright blue, her laugh was full and hearty,
Her humour droll, the life and soul and centre of every party.
She could drink a pint of whiskey all straight from the can,
When the night was done and dusted it was then she’d hold my hand.
Bad luck to the rolling water, bad luck to the salty brine,
I only had the one true love, she swore she would be mine.
Now she’s gone and left me and wandered far away,
Left me crying here beside the water.
She might not have been Aurora, a Flora or Diana,
But she sang songs in the back tap room along to the ould piana.
She was not Euternatia, nor was she Venus bright,
But she could drink much more than you and beat you in a fight.
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