Troublesome Times

(This is a narrative lyric written to fit the traditional fiddle
tune "Hullichans" as performed by Dave Swarbrick on his 1976 album
"Swarbrick").

They'll come in the morning
And roughly awake ye
They'll shake ye
And take ye
Away to the sea

Mocking my scorning
With actions like yawning
The conjugal bed still not dry, my my !

So I'll go to town
Dressed in my wedding gown
With the frown
Of a widow
The moan of a drone
Sickness in mo(u)rning
For I am with kid, oh !
Such troublesome times to be young

I've flung
My veil
On the trail
Of my love's captors' sail
West wind implored to be tardy
Oh, this maritime "married time"
Quoshes no crime
I'm undone, we were stung
Kith me Hardy

Oh, the day that we met
I shall never forget
Skipping and reeling past sunset
And my only regret
Was the amp(ou)le Bacardi
Such troublesome times to be wrung

Yes, they came in the morning
And roughly awoke ye
They poked ye
And choked ye
'til you couldn't see

Blooms still adorning
Our chosen sojourning
In garlands strung, delicate, high

So I'll wear my care
In my long, piled-up hair
And I'll dare
Bid the barber
To chop and to crop
Slickness in pawning
A route from the harbour
Such troublesome times to be slung

Unsung
Won't weep
And won't sleep
'til you're back from the deep
Perish if I fail to save ye
Oh this nautical
Haughty-call
Galls those who haul
I've undone
And unstrung
The dam(m)(n)ed navy

So bung
Your bride
And your pride
Swiftly over the side
Sailors ? Don't need 'em ! Won't heed 'em !
Oh flamboyancy's
Buoyancy
Wa(i)ves your duty
We have won
We have clung
On to freedom