Treasures from the Folk Den

[Dm] Fair young maid [G] all in her [Dm] garden Strange young man [G] come riding [Dm] by Saying fair young [F] maid will you marry [C] me? And this dear [Em] sir was her [Dm] reply Oh no dear sir I cannot marry thee For I've a love who sails the dee

If I had wings like Norah's dove I'd fly up the river to the one I love Fare thee well, oh my honey, fare thee well I've got a man, he's long and tall Moves his body like a cannon ball Fare thee well, oh my honey, fare thee well One of these days and

As I was a-walkin' over Kilgary Mountain I met with Capt. Pepper and his money he was countin' I rattled my pistols and I drew forth my saber Sayin', "Stand and deliver, for I am the bold deceiver" Musha rig um du rum da Whack fol the daddy o Wh