Sailor Boy (Arr. by Benjamin Britten, Petter Udland Johansen)

We go walking on the green grass

Thus, thus, thus,

Come all you pretty fair maids,

Come walk along with us.

So pretty and so fair

As you take yourself to be,

I’ll choose you for a partner,

Come walk along with me.

We go walking on the green grass

Thus, thus, thus.

I would not be a blacksmith

That smuts his nose and chin,

I’d rather be a sailor-boy

That sails thro’ the wind.

Sailor-boy, sailor-boy,

Sailor-boy for me,

If ever I get married

A sailor’s wife she’ll be.