American Old Time Song Lyrics: 20 In A Little Fisher Village
Theater, Music-Hall, Nostalgic, Irish & Historic Old Songs, Volume 20
In a Little Fisher Village.
Copyright, 1887, by T. B. Harms & Co.
There's a little fisher village that stands beside the sea,
Once a ship was anchored near it in the bay;
Stood a maiden and a sailor as sad as they could be,
For the ship was soon to carry him away.
They took a farewell kiss and spoke of days of bliss.
To welcome him whenever he returned;
They've been parted now for years, still she's waiting there In tears,
And the sailor for his lassie often yearned.
In a little fisher village she's been waiting day and night
For her lover that has sailed far, far away;
She is waiting for a letter, wond'ring why he does not write.
For time and sorrow's turned her hair to gray.
To the little fisher village a stranger came one day
With a letter, with her name and her address;
And it bore a tale of sorrow of the laddie far away,
It came to turn her anguish to distress.
It told her of a shipwreck upon the coast of Wales,
How he with many perished on the sea;
Now she sits there by the window to watch the passing sail,
And her heart cries: "Bring my bonnie one to me"
In the little fisher village she sits at home all day,
With her hands upon her head as if in prayer;
she is thinking of the sailor boy that died far, far away
Her life is naught but sorrow And despair.