Part 2 — No 103 I’LL BUILD MYSELF A GALLANT SHIP

1 I'll build myself a gallant ship, A ship of noble fame; And four and twenty mariners, Shall box and man the same; And I will stand, with helm in hand, To urge them o'er the main. 2 No scarf shall o'er my shoulders go, I will not comb my hair; The pale moonlight, the candle bright Shall neither tell I'm fair. Beside the mast I stand so fast, Unresting in despair. 3 The rain may beat, and round my feet The waters wash and foam, O thou North wind lag not behind But bear me far from home! My hands I wring, and sobbing sing, As over seas I roam. 4 The moon so pale shall light my sail, As o'er the sea I fly, To where afar the Eastern star Is twinkling in the sky. I would I were with my love fair, Ere ever my love die!