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In Yarmouth town there lived a man,
He had a little tavern by the strand;
And the landlord had a daughter fair,
Pretty little thing with golden hair.
Won't you come down?
Won't you come down?
Won't you come down to Yarmouth town?
One night there came a sailor man,
He asked the daughter for her hand;
Well, I won't marry you she said,
I have all I want without being wed.
But if with me you'd like to linger,
I'll tie some string all around my finger;
As you walk by, pull on my string,
I'll come down and let you right in.
Won't you come down?
Won't you come down?
Won't you come down to Yarmouth town?
Won't you come down?
Won't you come down?
Won't you come down to Yarmouth town?
Well the very next day at closing time,
The sailor man goes off to the strand;
And as he walks by pulls on that string,
And she came down and let him right in.
Well, he's never seen such a sight before,
A string on her finger was all she wore.
Won't you come down?
Won't you come down?
Won't you come down to Yarmouth town?
Won't you come down?
Won't you come down?
Won't you come down to Yarmouth town?
So all you men who to Yarmouth town go,
If ya see those girls with their hair hung low;
All ya gotta do is pull their strings,
And they'll come down and let you right in.
Won't you come down?
Won't you come down?
Won't you come down to Yarmouth town?
Won't you come down?
Won't you come down?
Won't you come down to Yarmouth town?
Won't you come down?
Won't you come down?
Won't you come down to Yarmouth town?
Won't you come down?
Won't you come down?
Won't you come down to Yarmouth town?
