Sweet William

Father, father, come build me a boat
But over the wide ocean I may go
And every ship that I pass by
They all require my sailor boy
A hunting sail by half an hour
Before I met a boat, manowar
Captain, captain, come tell me true
Is my sweet William on board with you?
No, kind lady, he is not here
But he is drunk most great I fear
The other night when the wind blew high
That’s when we lost your sailor boy
I sat me down, I’ll write a song
I’ll write it neat and I’ll write it long
In every verse I’ll shed a tear
In every line hold Willy dear