FLANDYKE S
HORE(Trad; arr;Gil Goldstein-Traditional, arranged by Peter Webster)
I went unto my own love's chamber window,
Where I had often been before,
Just to let her know love unto flandyke shore,
Unto Flandyke shore,
Never to return to 
England no more,
Never to return to 
England no more. 
I went unto my love's chamber door,
Where I never been before.
There i saw a light springing from her clothes,
Springing from her clothes,
Just as the morning sun when first arose,
Just as the morning sun when first arose. 
As I was walking on the 
Flandyke shore
Her own dear father 
I did need"My daughter she is dead," he cried."She is dead," he cried."And she's broken her heart all for the love of thee."
So I hove a bullet onto fair 
England's shore,
Onto fair 
England's shore,
Just where 
I thought my own true love did lay. 
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