Well now brother we will cross over
Row our boat to the other side
Yes now Father, I hear the clover
And see, the sea swell on the tide
And now our way it is the rover's
And we shall rove to the other isle
Yes I see the large waves gather
Yes I can hear the sea gulls' cries
And I smell the scent of clover
And I can feel the tug in my heart of lies
Well now brother we will cross over
And find the land called paradise
Yes now father like the cliffs of dover
I see the white washed wave's walls rise
The two monks named Braddock and Craddock
Took to the strait where they lost their lives
And on the twin islands of flat and steep holm
The daughters and mothers wept their eyes
These two saints who paint their covers
But then did they lose what was written inside
On the quaint islands of pass over
Where the peace dove with an olive branch flies
Now did Noah take his animals
On such a journey where everyone of them dies
And had the heathen pulled down Babel
And had the the sorcerors told their lies
And did Braddock die with Craddock
On the row boat on the Bristol tide
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