The Roaming Man
Out by the cliff side,
Down by the shore.
I left my dear sweetheart,
Might see her no more.
I sail off to heaven,
Or perhaps into hell.
We’re crossing the Maelstrom
So we cannot tell.
We’re leaving the old world,
The new one to see.
To seek our fortune,
Rich men we’ll be.
We’ll fight for our nation,
We’ll fight for the gods.
We’ll bring them victory,
What ever the odds.
And when we’re wealthy,
We’ll sail off to home.
I’ll marry my sweetheart,
No more shall I roam.















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