The Poor Fisherman?s Boy

It was down in the lowlands a poor boy did wander,
Down in the lowlands a poor boy did roam,
By his friends he was neglected, he look?d so dejected,
A poor little fisherman?s boy so far away from home.

Crying where is my cottage or where is my father,
Alas ! they?re all gone which causes me to roam,
Mother died on her pillow for my father in the billow,
Cried the poor little fisherman?s boy far away from home.

O bitter was the night loudly roar?s the thunder,
The light?ning did flash and the ship was overcome,
The mast I clasp?d soon and I reach?d my native ground
In the deep I left my father and far away from home.

Then a lady she heard him she opened her window,
And into her house she bid him come;
The tears fell from her eyes as she listened to his mournful cries,
Of the poor little fisherman?s boy so far away from home.

The she beg?d of her father to him employment,
The she beg?d of her father no more to let him roam,
They her father said don?t grieve me, the boy he shall not leave me,
Poor boy I will relieve thee so far away from home.

Many years he laboured to please his noble master,
Many years he laboured in time a man became,
And he now tells each stranger the hardships and the danger,
Of a poor little fisherman?s boy when far away from home.