.It's of a maid in Whitby Town / she was both fair and clever>
She used-to-sit by her father's door no matter what the weather>
A sailor coming home from sea, pockets overflowing
Saw the maiden sitting there, quietly with her sewing
Won't you come along with me, my bonny oh my hone.
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