Eliza Carthy - Rolling sea

Don't you see the ships a-coming?
Don't you see them in full sail?
Don't you see the ships a-coming
With the prizes at their tail?

Oh, my little Rolling sailor
Oh, my little Rolling he;
How I love my Rolling sailor
When he's on a Rolling sea

Sailors they get all the money
Soldiers they get none but brass
How I love my Rolling sailor
Soldiers they may kiss my...

Oh, my little Rolling sailor
Oh, my little Rolling he;
How I love my Rolling sailor
When he's on a Rolling sea

How can I be blithe and merry
With my true love far from me
All those pretty little sailors
They've been pressed and taken to sea

Oh, my little Rolling sailor
Oh, my little Rolling he;
How I love my Rolling sailor
When he's on a Rolling sea

How I wish the press were over
And the wars were at an end
Then every sailor Laddie
Would be happy with his friend.

Oh, my little Rolling sailor
Oh, my little Rolling he;
How I love my Rolling sailor
When he's on a Rolling sea

When the wars they are all over
Peace and plenty come again
Everybody's sailor Laddie
Will come sailing on the main

All the wars will soon be over
And our sailors once come home
Every lass will get her laddie
She wont have to sleep alone.


Oh, my little Rolling sailor
Oh, my little Rolling he;
How I love my Rolling sailor
When he's on a Rolling sea