Lankum - Bad luck to the rolling water

Bad ^Gluck to the rolling water, bad ^Cluck to the salty ^Gbrine, I ^Conly had the ^Gone true love, she ^Dswore she would be mine. ^GNow she’s gone and left me and ^Cwandered far a^Gway, ^CLeft me crying ^Ghere beside the ^Dwate^Gr.

Well ^GNancy Doyle it was her name, she ^Cwas a fine young ^Glady, Un^Ctil she sailed a^Gway from me and she ^Dalmost drove me crazy. Well ^GNancy came from Dublin town, ^Cright beside the ^GPoddle, ‘Til ^Co’er the sea a^Gway from me she ^Dchanced all for to ^Gtoddle.

Bad ^Gluck to the rolling water, bad ^Cluck to the salty ^Gbrine, I ^Conly had the ^Gone true love, she ^Dswore she would be mine. ^GNow she’s gone and left me and ^Cwandered far a^Gway, ^CLeft me crying ^Ghere beside the ^Dwate^Gr.

Her ^Geyes were wild and shone bright blue, her ^Claugh was full and ^Ghearty, Her ^Chumour droll, the ^Glife and soul and ^Dcentre of every party. She could ^Gdrink a pint of whiskey ^Call straight from the ^Gcan, When the ^Cnight was done and ^Gdusted it was ^Dthen she’d hold my ^Ghand.

Bad ^Gluck to the rolling water, bad ^Cluck to the salty ^Gbrine, I ^Conly had the ^Gone true love, she ^Dswore she would be mine. ^GNow she’s gone and left me and ^Cwandered far a^Gway, ^CLeft me crying ^Ghere beside the ^Dwate^Gr.

She ^Gmight not have been Aurora, a ^CFlora or ^GDiana, But ^Cshe sang songs in the ^Gback tap room a^Dlong to the ould piana. She ^Gwas not Euternatia, nor ^Cwas she Venus ^Gbright, But ^Cshe could drink much ^Gmore than you and ^Dbeat you in a ^Gfight.

Bad ^Gluck to the rolling water, bad ^Cluck to the salty ^Gbrine, I ^Conly had the ^Gone true love, she ^Dswore she would be mine. ^GNow she’s gone and left me and ^Cwandered far a^Gway, ^CLeft me crying ^Ghere beside the ^Dwate^Gr.

Well ^Gthere she was at work one day pre^Ctending to be ^Gsober, When ^Cup there steps a ^Gdandy gent all ^Dfor to look her over. He ^Gsays ‘I have an offer - I ^Cthink you’ll find it ^Ggrand! We’ll ^Csail away u^Gpon the sea ^Dsmuggling contra^Gband.’

Bad ^Gluck to the rolling water, bad ^Cluck to the salty ^Gbrine, I ^Conly had the ^Gone true love, she ^Dswore she would be mine. ^GNow she’s gone and left me and ^Cwandered far a^Gway, ^CLeft me crying ^Ghere beside the ^Dwate^Gr.

What ^Gcould I say, what could I do? It was ^Cmore than I could ^Goffer, I ^Chad to let her ^Gspread her wings, I ^Dcouldn’t try to stop her, ^GNow she collects fine diamonds ^Cvases and antique ^Grugs, With ^Call the bags of ^Gmoney that she ^Dmakes from dealing ^Gdrugs.

Bad ^Gluck to the rolling water, bad ^Cluck to the salty ^Gbrine, I ^Conly had the ^Gone true love, she ^Dswore she would be mine. ^GNow she’s gone and left me and ^Cwandered far a^Gway, ^CLeft me crying ^Ghere beside the ^Dwate^Gr.

Oh ^GNancy, dearest Nancy, one ^Cthousand times a^Gdieu, I’ll ^Cne’er forget ‘til my ^Gdying breath the ^Dtimes I spent with you. Though ^Gnow I’m old and feeble and ^Cshaking on each ^Gknee, If ^Cever you come this ^Gway again we’ll ^Dgo upon a ^Gspree.

Bad ^Gluck to the rolling water, bad ^Cluck to the salty ^Gbrine, I ^Conly had the ^Gone true love, she ^Dswore she would be mine. ^GNow she’s gone and left me and ^Cwandered far a^Gway, ^CLeft me crying ^Ghere beside the ^Dwate^Gr.