SIGNAL HILL
SIGNAL HILL - Traditional
One night in December I’ll never forget,
A charming young maiden I happened to met.
Her eyes shone like diamonds she were dressed fit to kill,
And I met her, I was sliding down Signal Hill.
Will you come along with me b’ys, come along with me b’ys down Signal Hill.
I said, “Now my fair one if you will excuse”,
To partake of me arms sure she didn’t refuse.
Well then I must say that I first met love’s thrill,
When I met her I was sliding down Signal Hill.
Will you come along with me b’ys, come along with me b’ys down Signal Hill.
Well the very next day to the church we did go,
Which made all the people chew the rag, you must know.
Says she, “Will you marry?” Says I, “Faith, I will.”
And it’s buckled we were up on Signal Hill.
Will you come along with me b’ys, come along with me b’ys down Signal Hill.
And now we are married and children have three,
Sure meself and the missus could never agree.
We’ve one christened William, the other one Bill,
“Biggar,” says I, “Call the other one Signal Hill.”
Will you come along with me b’ys, come along with me b’ys,
Come along with me b’ys down Signal Hill.