INSIDE THE BAR

I knows a town, an’ it's a fine town,

And many a brig goes sailin’ to its quay;

I knows an inn, an’ it's a fine inn,

An’ a lass that's fair to see.

I knows a town, an’ it's a fine town;

I knows an inn, an’ it's a fine inn —

But Oh my lass, an’ Oh the gay gown,

Which I have seen my pretty in!

I knows a port, an’ it's a good port,

An’ many a brig is ridin’ easy there;

I knows a home, an’ it's a good home,

An’ a lass that's sweet an’ fair.

I knows a port, an’ it's a good port,

I knows a home, an’ it's a good home —

But Oh the pretty that is my sort,

What's wearyin’ till I come!

I knows a day, an’ it's a fine day,

The day a sailor man comes back to town;

I knows a tide, an’ it's a good tide,

The tide that gets you quick to anchors down.

I knows a day, an’ it's a fine day,

I knows a tide, an’ it's a good tide —

And God help the lubber, I say,

What's stole the sailor man's bride!