Oh, the year was 1778, HOW I WISH I WAS
I wandered in time, till I found myself thinking
Of young
Its another day we go
sailing o're the blue
i look
Take me back to my Western boat,
Let me fish off
She'd never been there before
She'd never been there before
Ho, ro, the rattlin' bog,
The bog down in the
In the merry month of june, from me home I
Oh, me name it is Sam Hall, chimney sweep, chimney
TRADITIONAL
NOW THE WIDOW LIVED BY THE STRAND
FOR FORTY YEARS