The Holy Ground

Adieu my fair young maiden, a thousand times adieu,

We are bound away from the Holy Ground and the girls we love so true,

We will sail the salt seas over and return again for sure,

To seek the girls who wait for us in the Holy Ground once more.

Chorus

Fine girl you are!

You're the girl that I adore,

And still I live in hopes to see the Holy Ground once more.

Fine girl you are!

Oh the night was dark and stormy, you scarce could see the moon,

And our good old ship was tossed about, and her rigging was all torn,

With her seems agape and leaky, her timbers dozed and old,

And still I live in hopes to see, the holy ground once more,

And now the storm is over and we are safe on shore,

We'll drink a toast to the Holy Ground and the girls that we adore,

We'll drink strong ale and porter and we'll make the taproom roar,

And when our money is all spent we'll go to sea once more.