Lasses, call your lads ashore
Lasses, call your lads ashore
Lasses, call your lads ashore
There's liberty for the sailors
Liberty and money free,
Liberty and money free,
There's liberty and money free,
There's liberty for the sailors
The Bellman's called it round the town,
And far and near the news has flown
Each wife seeks out her last new gown
There's liberty for the sailors
Lasses, call your lads ashore
Lads ashore, lads ahore
Lasses, call your lads ashore
There's liberty for the sailors
Our bairns shall all be dressed so nice
Our griddle cakes be black with spice
With a pound of butter for every slice
All for to please the sailors
Our empty bottles we will fill
To cheer each passing hour until
The time is up, with right good will
Liberty for the sailors
Rare fun down Mauldon's lane there'll be
And many a lark down Lishman's Quay
Tommy Hayes is sure to get on the spree
When there's liberty for the sailors
There'll be a battle as sure as your life
'Twixt Mally the Pant and the black-pudding wife
And Billy Reppeth'll come in at the end of the strife,
Hoo! Liberty for the sailors
Dressed in his jacket of matchless blue
With silver buckles and trousers new
With a heart that beats for his country true,
Liberty for the sailors
Up to the Wooden Bridge and back,
To the Low Light shore down in a crack
Rambling, swaggering, away goes Jack
When there's liberty for the sailors
Now every lass will get her lad
And every bairn will see his dad
And many a mother's heart be glad
With liberty for the sailors,
And many a widow's heart rejoice
To see the face and hear the voice
So like to his, her heart's dear choice
Liberty for the sailors!
Note: 1'st verse may be used as chorus
From: Songsa of Northern England, Stokoe
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