"Newcastle" lyrics

"Newcastle"

Come you not from Newcastle?
Come you there far away?
Oh met you not my true love
Who dwells near Dublin bay?

Why should I not love my love?
Why shouldn't my love love me?
Why should I not speed after her
Since love to all is free?

Her father, once my true friend
Now turns me from the door
Her mother owed me worthy
Now bids me love no more

Why should I not love my love?
Why shouldn't my love love me?
Why should I not speed after her
Since love to all is free?

Her squire, once my true friend
But now my rival be
While I, Willie, madly wail away
To sail the stormy sea

Why should I not love my love?
Why shouldn't my love love me?
Why should I not speed after her
Since love to all is free?

In spite of flame and danger
With Willie she will roam
My arms her safe defenders
Her breast my happy home

Why should I not love my love?
Why shouldn't my love love me?
Why should I not speed after her
Since love to all is free?


Writer(s): Ian Lynch, Cormac Dermody, Darragh Lynch, Radie Peat, John Oliver Murphy
album: "False Lankum" (2023)
Lankum - False Lankum album cover
Fugue I
(Instrumental)
Master Crowley's
(Instrumental)
Fugue II
(Instrumental)
Fugue III
(Instrumental)
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