Blow Ye Winds (Shanneyganock)

As I went out one morning fair,
To view the meadows 'round,
There I spied a pretty fair girl,
Comin' trippin' over the ground.

Singing, blow ye winds in the mornin',
Blow you winds aye-o;
Clear away the runnin' gear.
And go, boys, go.

My father has a milk-white steed,
He keeps it in the stall;
It will not eat its hay and corn,
It will not go at all.

Singing, blow ye winds in the mornin',
Blow you winds aye-o;
Clear away the runnin' gear.
And go, boys, go.

I told my tale unto the maid,
She laughed right in me face;
So I took her to the horse's stall,
And put her in the horse's place.

Singing, blow ye winds in the mornin',
Blow you winds aye-o;
Clear away the runnin' gear.
And go, boys, go.

She said this is an awful thing,
To treat a maiden so;
Take off the reigns and halter,
And to the sea I'll go.

Singing, blow ye winds in the mornin',
Blow you winds aye-o;
Clear away the runnin' gear.
And go, boys, go.

She dressed up in her Sunday best,
To meet me at the church;
But the lugger sailed the night before,
And left me in the lurch.

Singing, blow ye winds in the mornin',
Blow you winds aye-o;
Clear away the runnin' gear.
And go, boys, go.

To my father's farm I can't go back,
For fear she might be there;
For the marriage game is not for me,
And that I roundly swear.

Singing, blow ye winds in the mornin',
Blow you winds aye-o;
Clear away the runnin' gear.
And go, boys, go.

This variant arranged and recorded by Shanneyganock (Volume VII, trk#4, 2009, Independent).

From Princeton's WordNet:
Lugger - small fishing boat rigged with one or more lug-sails; bateau.