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Thread #162547   Message #3870091
Posted By: The Doctor
05-Aug-17 - 06:44 AM
Thread Name: Lyr Req: A Whitby Girl's Lament (Graeme Miles)
Subject: Lyr Add: THE WHITBY GIRL'S LAMENT (Graeme Miles)
These are the words as sung by Robin Dale, (I hope), at Whitby on 29th August 2009.

THE WHITBY GIRL’S LAMENT

I come into Whitby Town, Whitby Town, Whitby Town,
I come into Whitby Town one grey dawn.
There standing on the pier was a young girl all in tears,
And upon her cheeks they ran down, they ran down.

Oh, my Terence he is drowned, he is drowned, he is drowned,
Oh my Terence he is drowned while out at sea.
That day he went to fish so much against my wish.
There upon the sands he was found, he was found.

He went out to sea last night, late last night, late last night,
He went out to sea late last night.
He went out on his own – he prefers to fish alone,
But had not returned home by first light, by first light.

Now there was neither wind nor storm through the night, through the night,
There was neither wind nor storm through the peaceful night.
But it's said that his small boat was none too safe to float,
And it's feared he's overturned, out of sight, out of sight.

Oh, my Terence he is drowned, he is drowned, he is drowned,
Oh, my Terence he is drowned while out at sea.
With no help from wind or rain, the sea has won again.
Now that poor boy of mine, dead is he, dead is he.

I come into Whitby Town, Whitby Town, Whitby Town,
I come into Whitby Town one grey dawn.
There standing on the pier was a young girl all in tears,
And upon her cheeks they ran down, they ran down.


                                                                                  Graeme Miles