Davy Cross from Dominion by Melrose Quartet

The Widow Cross had but one son and indeed he was his mother's pride and joy
So she knitted him a gansey,
Cable stitched both fine and fancy
And it looked like royal robes upon the boy
 
How we knew his bright blue eyes
How we knew his golden hair
And that gansey that his mother made was fine beyond compare
 
Tall and bright was Davy Cross,
with a shining face that never bore a frown
How the lasses smiled and sighed at his strong and manly stride
On a Friday when the fishing fleet left town
 
For they...
 
At the dance on Saturday the lasses fairly swooned to dance with him
As he held them in his arms, how they fluttered at his charms,
And their hearts beat faster at his boyish grin
 
For they...
 
Then one dark October day there came a storm which drove us hard to lea
And our fishing fleet was tossed, yet just one single craft was lost
Leaving Widow Cross a-gazing out to sea
 
Well she...
 
When just ten weeks were passed and gone, they finally brought us news about the loss
Seemed a body had been found of a sailor lost and drowned
And in our hearts we knew 'twas Davy Cross
 
For we...
 
But it wasn't eyes of blue, nor that hair as pale as foam
It was the gansey that his mother made that brought young Davy home

• English folk
• Folk
• acapella
• harmony
• trad
• Sheffield