Peter Street

Oh, you landsmen and you seamen, come listen to my song It's of a trick was played on me, it won't delay you long I came from sea the other day, a fair girl I did meet She kindly asked me to a dance, t'was up on Peter Street "Oh no," says I, "me fair maid, though I can dance quite well Tonight I'm bound for Wicklow's Town, 'tis where my people dwell" "You'd better come with me," she said, "for the distance is not far" And finding her so friendly, I jumped into her car Well as the dance was over, straight to the bed did go Was little did I ever think she'd pull my overthrow Robbed my gold watch and 30 pounds, a pack of fags and fled And left me there stark naked alone upon the bed Now when I awoke in the morning, t'was nothing did I spy But a woman's shirt and apron upon the bed did lie I wrung my hands, I tore my hair, I cried, "what shall I do? Ah, tonight I'm bound for Wicklow's Town, no more will I see you" Well as the streets were lonesome at the hour of two o'clock I put on the shirt and apron and marched down to the dock The crew they saw me coming, these words to me did say "My dear old chap, you struck a snap, since you've been gone away Are those the new spring fashions that the ladies wear on shore? Where is the shop you bought them at, and is there any more?" The captain on the quarterdeck looked at me with frown Saying, "Jack, I'd buy a better suit than that for 30 pounds" "I would, sir, if I could, sir, if I'd only got the chance But I met a girl on Peter Street and she asked me to a dance She danced my heart's deception, I got robbed from head to feet And I'll take my oath, no more I'll go to a dance on Peter Street" Oh, you landsmen and you seamen, a warning take by me Be sure to choose good company when you go out on spree Be sure to choose good company or you'll find yourself like me With a woman's shirt and apron for to fit you out for sea, hup down!