INSIDE THE BAR

I knows a town, an’ it's a fine town, And many a brig goes sailin’ to its quay; I knows an inn, an’ it's a fine inn, An’ a lass that's fair to see.

I knows a town, an’ it's a fine town; I knows an inn, an’ it's a fine inn — But Oh my lass, an’ Oh the gay gown, Which I have seen my pretty in!

I knows a port, an’ it's a good port, An’ many a brig is ridin’ easy there; I knows a home, an’ it's a good home, An’ a lass that's sweet an’ fair.

I knows a port, an’ it's a good port, I knows a home, an’ it's a good home — But Oh the pretty that is my sort, What's wearyin’ till I come!

I knows a day, an’ it's a fine day, The day a sailor man comes back to town; I knows a tide, an’ it's a good tide, The tide that gets you quick to anchors down.

I knows a day, an’ it's a fine day, I knows a tide, an’ it's a good tide — And God help the lubber, I say, What's stole the sailor man's bride!