On the Banks of Red Roses

I saw him on the strand; 
  he'd been so long at sea. 
  Come from the Isle of man, 
  and none to welcome him but me. 

  Down by the sea, knee-deep in seaweed, 
  I had a kiss of the King's hand, down by the sea. 
  I had a kiss of the King's hand, the King's hand, 
  I had a kiss of the King's hand, down by the sea. 

  I reached below his sleeve to find 
  As ordinary a hand as mine. 
  It had four fingers and a thumb, 
  And a wedding band on one. 

  And the King, he shook me free, 
  And waded out to sea. 
  And what should come tumbling on the brine? 
  A barrel of the King's own wine. 

  Oh, down by the sea, knee-deep in seaweed, 
  I had a kiss of the King's hand, down by the sea. 
  I had a kiss of the King's hand, the King's hand, 
  I had a kiss of the King's hand, down by the sea. 

  I had a sip of the King's wine, the King's wine, 
  I had a sip of the King's wine, down by the sea. 

  Then I fell asleep in the King's arms, the King's arms, 
  I fell asleep in the King's arms, down by the sea.