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O Amble is a fine town with ships about the bay 
I'm wishing in my heart that I was there myself today 
I'm wishing in my heart I was far away from here 
Sitting in my parlor and talking with my dear 

And it's home, dearie, home, and it's home I want to be
My topsails are hoisted and I am out to sea 
The oak and the ash and the bonnie birchen tree 
They're all a-growing green in the North country 
And it's home, dearie, home 

A letter came today, but somehow I cannot speak 
And the proud and happy tears are a-rolling down my cheeks 
There's someone here, she said, you've been waiting for to see 
With your merry hazel eyes, looking up from off my knee 

But the letter never said if we had a boy or girl 
Got me so confused that my heart is all a whirl 
So I'm going back to port, where I'll quickly turn around 
And take the fastest ship, which to Ambletown is bound

Well, if it be a girl, she shall wear a golden ring 
If it be a boy, you can name him after me 
With his buckles and his boots and his little jacket blue 
He'll walk the quarterdeck, like his daddy used to do.

- Traditional