20 - Bye-bye my Roseanna
Words by TraditionalTune by Traditional
The boats are sailing round the bay,
Bye-bye my Roseanna.
All loaded down with fishermen,
I won’t be home tomorrow.
Bye-bye, bye-bye, bye-bye, bye-bye
Bye-bye, my Roseanna
Bye-bye, bye-bye, bye-bye, bye-bye
I won’t be home tomorrow
A dollar a day is a fisherman’s pay
Bye-bye my Roseanna.
It’s easy come, easy go away
I won’t be home tomorrow.
Bye-bye, bye-bye…
We’re leaving port at break of day
Bye-bye my Roseanna.
We’re sailing out across the bay
I won’t be home tomorrow.
Bye-bye, bye-bye…
Around the horn we must go
Bye-bye my Roseanna.
The gales are strong and the winds do blow
I won’t be home tomorrow.
Bye-bye, bye-bye…
Roseanne, my Roseanne
Bye-bye my Roseanna.
I’m going away but not to stay
I won’t be home tomorrow.
Bye-bye, bye-bye, bye-bye, bye-bye
Bye-bye, my Roseanna
Bye-bye, bye-bye, bye-bye, bye-bye
I won’t be home tomorrow