American Old Time Song Lyrics: 43 It's All Thro A Hardy Sailor

Theater, Music-Hall, Nostalgic, Irish & Historic Old Songs, Volume 43

IT'S ALL THRO' A HARDY SAILOR
Copyright, 1894, by Frank Harding.
Written and Composed by Arthur West.
Arranged by John A. Stroniberg.

Oh, listen to my tale of woe, and it's all through a hardy sailor:
I'll ne'er be well again. I know, and it's all through a hardy sailor.
He came to this town years ago, and vowed and swore he loved me so,
But now I'm full of grief and woe, and it's all through a hardy sailor.
He was a sailor bold with his Yo-heave-ho,
To me the tale he told with his Yo-heave-ho;
He's left me here to grieve, he's laughing up his sleeve,
I never will believe again in Yo-heave-ho.

There is no one in love with me, and it's all through a hardy sailor,
For they've all heard the tale, you see, of me and the hardy sailor.
There's many a girl like me, I know, who knows him well and his Yo-heave-ho;
There's many a girl can't get a beau, and it's all through a hardy sailor.
He was a sailor bold, etc.

A green grass widow I shall be, and it's all through a hardy sailor,
For nobody will speak to me, and it's all through a hardy sailor;
He now is sailing on the seas, And all He's left me, if you please,
Is the marriage lines and one of these, and it's all through a hardy sailor.
He was a sailor bold, etc.