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Same song is known in Ireland as "Patrick Street" - we learned this from the singing of Nic Jones
All sailors all come lend an ear, come listen to me song.
A trick of late was played on me and it won't detain you long.
I come from sea the other day, a girl I chanced to meet,
She said "Me friends will be expecting me to a dance in Barrack Street."
But I said to this fair young maid: "I cannot dance so well.
Besides I am to Windsor bound where my friends all do dwell.
I've been at sea these past two years - I've saved up thirty pounds.
My friends will be expecting me this night in Windsor town."
"Well if you cannot dance, me love, then you shall stand a treat.
Have a glass or two of brandy and a something for to eat.
At six o'clock this evening, oh I'll meet you off the train,
So don't forget to give a call when you come to town again."
At eight o'clock that evening, well the whiskey it came in,
And when we all had drunk our fill the dancing did begin.
Me and me love danced all around to a merry tune.
She says, "Me dear, let us retire into a chamber alone."
The dancing being over then to bed we did repair,
And there I fell fast asleep, the truth I do declare.
Me darling with me thirty pounds, gold watch and chain had fled,
Left me here poor Jack alone, stark naked on the bed.
So I looked all around me and there's nothing I could spy
But a woman's shirt and apron all on the bed did lie;
I wrung me hands and I tore me hair cried, "Oh what shall I do?
Fare you well, sweet Windsor town, I'm sure I'll never see you."
Well, everything being silent and the hour being twelve o'clock,
I put on the shirt and apron and I steered for Crowman's Wharf.
The captain shouted, "Jack! I thought you were to Windsor bound!
You might have bought a better suit than that for thirty pound."
So all of you young sailor lads a warning take from me:
Beware of all your company when you go out on a spree,
And keep clear of Barrack Street or else you'll rue the day,
In a woman's shirt and apron, oh, they'll ring you out to sea.