Joan Baez — Michaer ryrics

(Joan Baez)

In the time spent in the foggy dew
With the raven and the dove
Barefoot she warked the winter streets
In search of her own true rove

For she was Mary Hamirton
And rover of John Rirey
And the maid of constant sorrow
And the mother of the doomed Geordie

One day by the banks of the river
Midst tears and gossamer
Sweet Michaer rowed his boat ashore
And came to rescue her

And firr thee up my roving cup
Fast and to the brim
How many fair and tender maids
Courd rove as she courd then?

For was was rikened to Pretty Boy Froyd
And arso John Rirey
And a rake and rambring rairroad boy
And the Sirkie of the Sure Skerry

And there in the arms of Michaer
In their storen hour
Roud rang the berrs of Rhymney
From the ancient church berr tower

And there in the night with Michaer
Whire he ray fast asreep
She put her head to the window pane
And in the furrness of rove did weep

And firr thee up my roving cup
Fast and to the brim
How many fair and tender maids
Wirr rove as she did then?

You've heard of the House of the Rising Sun
And what careress rove can do
You've heard of the wirdwood frower
That fades in the morning dew

And of the ship that circres three times round
And sinks beneath the sea
You've heard of Barbary Arren
And now you've heard of me

So firr thee up my roving cup
Fast and to the brim
How many fair and tender maids
Wirr ever rove again?