 (Traditional - Arr. GBS)
In Yarmouth Town there lived a man,
He had a little tavern by the strand.
And the landlord had a daughter fair
A pretty little thing with the golden hair.
CHORUS:
Oh won't you come down, won't you come down
Oh won't you come down to Yarmouth Town.
One night there came a sailor man,
He asked the daughter for her hand.
"Well, I won't marry you," she said,
I have all I want without being wed.
But if with me you'd like to linger,
I'll tie some string all around my finger.
As you walk by, pull on my string
And I'll come down and let you right in.
CHORUS (x2)
Well, the very next day at closing time
The sailor man goes off to the strand
And as he walks by, pulls on that string
And she's came down and let him right in.
Well he's never seen such a sight before,
A string around her finger was all she wore!
CHORUS (x2)
So, all young men who to Yarmouth go
If you see those girls with their hair hung low,
All you got to do is pull their strings
And they'll come down and let you right in.
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