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Traditional Irish - Black-eyed Susan 
 
[Intro: Strumming Am] 
 
Am             E      Am 
All in the dawn the fleet was moor'd, 
       C       E 
The streamers waving to the wind, 
       Am         C 
When Black-eyed Susan came on board, 
      G           C 
Oh where shall I my true love find? 
C      G     Am        E      Am 
Tell me, ye jovial sailors, tell me true, 
      C            Am 
If my sweet William, if my sweet William 
E         Am 
Sails among your crew? 
 
 
[interlude: Am  C  E   Dm-C-Am   Am] (pretty quick changes between Dm-C-Am) 
 
 
(and the same chords come again 'till the end. You can omit some verses if you 
wish and then end with strumming the Am chord.) 
 
Oh William, who high upon the yard, 
Rocked with the billows to and fro, 
Soon as her well-known voice he heard, 
He sigh'd and cast his eyes below: 
The cord slides swiftly thro' his glowing hands 
And as quick as lightning, and as quick as lightning 
On the deck he stands. 
 
So sweet the lark, high poised in air, 
Shuts close his pinions to his breast, 
If, chance, his mate's shrill voice he hear, 
And drops at once into her nest: 
The noblest captain in the British fleet 
Might envy William, might envy William's 
Lip those kisses sweet. 
 
'Oh Susan, Susan, lovely dear! 
My vows shall ever true remain, 
Let me kiss off that falling tear, 
We only part to meet again: 
Change as ye list, ye winds, my heart shall be 
The faithful compass, the faithful compass 
That still points to thee. 
 
'Oh, believe not what the landsmen say 
Who tempt with doubts thy constant mind, 
They'll tell thee sailors when away, 
In every port a mistress find: 
Yes, yes, believe them when they tell thee so, 
For thou art present, for thou art present 
Wheresoe'er I go. 
 
If to fair India's coast we sail, 
Thy eyes are seen in diamonds bright: 
Thy breath is Afric's spicy gale, 
Thy skin as ivory so white: 
Thus every beauteous object that I view 
Wakes in my soul, wakes in my soul 
Some charm of lovely Sue.' 
 
Though battle call me from thy arms 
Let not my pretty Susan mourn: 
Though cannon roar, yet safe from harms 
William shall to his dear return: 
Love turns aside the balls that round me fly 
Lest precious tears, lest precious tears 
Should drop from Susan's eye. 
 
The boatswain gave the dreadful word, 
Her sails their swelling bosom spread: 
No longer can she stay on board - 
They kissed, she sighed, he hung his head: 
Her lessening boat unwilling rows to land, 
'Adieu,' she cries, 'Adieu,' she cries 
And waved her lily hand.