I'll spread my sail of silver I'll steer toward the sun And thou, false love wilt weep for me, And thou, false love wilt weep for me, For me--when I am gone. No. 40 THE BLUE KERCHIEF F.W.B. [Music] 1 I saw a sweet maiden trip over the lea, Her eyes were as loadstones attracting of me. Her cheeks were the roses, that Cupid lurks in, With a bonny blue kerchief tied under her chin. 2 O where are you going, my fair pretty maid? O whither so swift through the dew drops? I said, I go to my mother, kind sir, for to spin. O the bonny blue kerchief tied under her chin. 3[9] Why wear you that kerchief tied over your head? 'Tis the country girls' fashion, kind sir, then she said. And the fashion young maidens will always be in So I wear a blue kerchief tied under my chin. 4 To kiss her sweet lips then I sought to begin, O nay Sir! she said, 'ere a kiss you would win, Pray show me a ring, tho' of gold the most thin. O slyest blue kerchief tied under the chin! 5 Why wear a _blue_ kerchief, sweet maiden, I said, Because the blue colour is one not to fade, As a sailor's blue jacket who fights for the king, So's my bonny blue kerchief tied under the chin. 6 The love that I value is certain to last, Not fading and changing, but ever set fast, That only the colour, my love sir to win, So goodbye from the kerchief tied under the chin. [Footnote 9: May be omitted in singing.] No. 41 COME TO MY WINDOW C.J.S. [Music] 1 Come to my window, my Love, O my Love, Come to my window, my Dear. For my mammy is asleep, And my daddy snoreth deep, Then come, e'er the day-light appear. 2 Come to my window, my Love, O my Love, Come to my window, I pray. O the hours so quickly pass, And the dew falls on the grass. Dear Love come, e'er dawneth the day. 3 Come to my window, my Love, O my Love, Come or my heart strings will break. For the night is speeding by, Soon will morning streak the sky, And my dad and my mam will awake. 4 Come to my window, my Love, O my Love, Come e'er the stars cease to shine. For my heart is full of fears, And my voice is chok'd with tears, I am Thine, O thou know'st I am Thine. No. 42 TOMMY A' LYNN C.J.S. [Music] 1 Tommy a' Lynn was a Dutchman born, His head was bald and his chin was shorn; He wore a cap made of rabbit's skin With the skin side out and the wool within. All to my tooth and my link-a-lum-lee Tommy a ranter and a rover, Tommy a bone of my stover, Brew, screw, rivet the tin, O a rare old man was Tommy a' Lynn. 2