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The Lady’s trip to Kennady

There was a gallant lady,
All in her tender years,
She was courted by a sailor,
‘Twas true she lov’d him dear;
And how to get to sea with him,
The way she did not know,
She fain would see the pretty place
Call’d Kannady-i-o

She bargain’d with a sailor,
All for a purse of gold;
And soon they did convey the lady,
Down into the hold;
then dress’d she up in sailor’s clothes,
The colors are true blue,
You soon shall see the pretty place
Call’d Kennady-i-o.

When her true-love he came to ear,
It put him in a rage
And all the whole ship’s company
His passion to engage;
I’ll tie you hand and foot, my love,
And overboard you’ll go,
You ne’er shall see the pretty place
called Kennady-i-o.

Out then spoke our Captain bold,
Such things shall never be,
For if we drown this lady,
Then hanged we will be;
We’ll dress her up in sailor’s clothes,
The colors are true blue,
And she soon shall see the pretty place
Call’d Kennady-i-o.

She had not been in Kennady
Scarcely half a year,
Till the Captain he married her,
And he made her his dear;
She dresses in silks and satins,
And she cuts a gallant show,
She’s the grandest Captain’s lady
That’s in Kennady-i-o.

Come all you pretty fair maids,
A warning take by me
be loyal to your husbands
In every degree;
For if the Mate deceiv’d me,
The Captain he’s prov’d true,
And the Captain he’s prolong’d my days
For wearing the true blue.

*Transcriber’s note: Dugaw’s catalogue contains multiple variants of this ballad; this is the first of the variants listed. To review other variants of this ballad, please consult the Dugaw catalogue.

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BBO Roud Number: 531