Won’t You Come with Me Marc Gunn

I left my ship with storms on my mind
High wind and tossing seas
I sought a maid with soft green eyes
To take my mind off me

Hai diddle-dai-dum
Ba du diddle-dai-dum
Ba du diddle-dai diddle-dai dee
Hai diddle-dai-dum
Ba du diddle-dai-dum
Won't you come with me?

I met a maid by waterside
Gutting the herring clean
She took my hand, laid down her knife
Then we walked along the beach
Singing...

She set herself down on a rock
And bade me sit at her feet
The sun settled down and the wind did blow
The curlets across her cheek
Wе sang...

I took her gently in my arms
Our bodies rolling in thе sand
When she pulled the knife out of my side
My body stopped lurching at last