Historical Folk Lyrics
"On Board The Gallee"

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In London there dwelt a fair damsel,
Most beautiful damsel was she,
She was courted by men of great honour,
But none like her lovely Jimmie.

When her father he first came to hear it,
And an angry old man was he,
Saying: Daughter, I'm told you're engaged
To a man that's below your degree.

Don't believe no such stories, dear father,
Don't believe no such stories on me,
For if ever I am inclined to get married,
It will be a man that's above my degree.

Her father he flew in a passion,
Like a man quite distracted did run.
It was into her room quite conveniently,
And brought out a well-loved gun.

Two choices, two choices, dear daughter,
Two choices I'll give unto thee,
Saying: Which would you rather I'd shoot him
Or send him on board the Gallee.

I thank you, dear honourable father,
For those choices you gave unto me;
I would rather see Jimmie a-sailing
Than his innocent blood spilled for me.

My father he wants me to marry
A man that is very old,
But I would not lie in his bed, Jimmie,
No, not for a fortune of gold.

But Jimmie and I will be married,
And our friends all invited will be;
There'll be young men to wait upon Jimmie
And fair maids to wait upon me.
This song is from the album "Folk Songs From Newfoundland".