Lyrics:
Richard Thompson Full House-Fc

By the margin of the ocean, One pleasant ev;'ning in the month of June, When all those feathered songsters Their liquid notes did sweetly tune, 'Twas

Take care daughter dear Don?t dream of many gallant men tonight Take care daughter dear For the doctor comes to steal your goods in the dead of night

I've heard them lilting ?At are? you milking And I've heard them lilting Before light a-day Now they are mourning For all time a-lilting The flowers

When the stone is grown too cold to kneel In crystal waters I'll be bound Cold as stone, weary to the sounds upon the wheel Now be thankful for good

Just a roll, just a roll Just a roll on your drum Just a roll, just a roll And the war has begun Now the right things, the wrong things No more excuses

Walk awhile, walk awhile, walk awhile with me The more we walk together love, the better we?ll agree We?ll agree One hand in your mouth and a finger

As I walked out on a midsummer's morning For to view the fields and to take the air Down by the banks of the sweet primroses There I beheld a most ?love

A holiday, a holiday, and the first one of the year Lord Donald's wife came into the church, the gospel for to hear And when the meeting it was done,

The King sits in Dunfirmline town, drinking of the blood-red wine "Where can I get a steely skipper to sail this might boat of mine?" Then up there