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Unfortunate Tailor - Martin Carthy/Dave Swarbrick
Oh list oh list to me sorrowful lay
And attention give to my song I pray
When you've heard it all you will say
There goes an unfortunate tailor
Oh once I was happy as a bird in a tree
My Sarah was all in the world to me
Now I'm cut out by a son of the sea
She's left me here to bewail her
Why did Sarah serve me so
No more will I stitch and no more will I sew
Thimble and my needle to the winds I'll throw
And I'll go and list for a sailor
Oh my Sarah was the daughter of a publican
A generous kind hearted sort of a man
Who spoke very plain what he thought of a man
And he never looked bad on the tailor
Oh my days were honey and my nights were the same
Till a man named Cobb from the ocean came
Great long beard and his mighty frame
Captain on board of a whaler
And he spent his money both frank and free
With his tales of the land and his songs of the sea
Stole me Sarah's heart from me
And he blighted the hopes of a tailor
He come swaggering down this captain Cobb
Avast he cries you blubbery swab
If you don't knock off I'll scuttle your knob
Sarah smiled to the sailor
So now I'll 'cross this raging sea
For Sarah's who proved untrue to me
My heart's locked up and she's the key
Such a very unfeeling gaoler
Oh now kind friends I'll bid you adieu
No more my woes will trouble you
Travel the country through and through
I'll go and list for a sailor
