From the Solent to the
I've wandered far and near
But I never stayed a day too long
'Til the day I saw her there.
For I'm a Wandering Jack I am
And I have no home to go
So I lay my head wherever I may be
And I bless my fortunate soul !
Her lips were red as
a letter box
Her smile like the summer sky
Her hair shone gold as a mustard field
- In a word : she caught my eye.
So I stayed for supper
- and for breakfast too
I stayed while the north wind blew
But an itch in my heel when spring came round
- Well, I mean, what's a lad to do?
Now whether and what
I might have left with her
I don't rightly know
But I'll be sure to enquire when next I'm by
- Just as soon as the north wind blows!
© Ivor & Kevan Bundell 2006