| lyric | 1. Adieu, my fair young maiden,
a thousand times adieu.
We must bid farewell to the Holy Ground
and the girls that we love true.
We will sail the salt sea over
and return again for sure,
to seek the girls who wait for us
in the Holy Gromnd once more.
Chorus:
Fine girl You Are,
you’re the girl that I adore
and stilll I live in hopes
to see the Holy Ground once more.
fine girl you ar.
2. 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 seams agape and leaky,
With her timbers dozed and old,
And still I live in hopes to see,
The Holy Ground once more.
3. And now the storm is over,
And we are safe on shore,
Let us drink a health to the Holy Ground,
And the girls that we adore;
We will drink strong ale and porter,
’Till we make the taproom roar,
And when our money all is spent,
We will go to sea far more. |