The Whitby Maid

It’s of a maid in Whitby town, she was both fair and clever
She would sit by her father’s door no matter what the weather
A sailor coming home from sea, pockets overflowing
He saw the maiden sitting there quietly with her sewing
«Oh, won’t you come along with me, my bonny, oh my honey?
And we will go down to Whitby town and spend a little money.»
«Father he would not agree, would be against his wishing.»
With a twinkle in her eye she said that he’s gone fishing
Chorus (repeated after every other verse):
Blow away you northern winds, blow away so cruelly
Blow away you northern winds
But mot so cruel as a pretty maid, they deceive you surely
Blow away you northern winds
This couple’s gone to Whitby town and soon were making merry
In every tavern in the town they spent a little money
The night came down, the stars came out, the lady said, «My sailor
Oh won’t you come back home with me? I feel I must repay you.»
They went home and went upstairs, the maid turned down the covers
Saying, «Come to bed, my sailor boy, let’s you and I be lovers.»
The sailor jumped out of his clothes, no quicker than he ought to
When the door broke down and a man came in, saying, «Who's that with my
daughter?»
Sailor through the window leapt and to his ship’s gone running
He’s left behind his clothes, his watch, and the best part of his money
Father with the daughter went down to the kitchen table
They shared the sailor’s money out as quick as they were able
Father’s gone to buy new boots and a new suit from the tailor’s
Daughter to the door has gone to watch and wait for sailors