Das Lied im Stil eines Folk-Songs, der Love-Lament mit Freiheits- und Kampfespathos verbindet, steht am Anfang meiner Komödie Wartet nur, bis Captain Flint kommt. Die dritte Strophe variiert eine Passage aus dem schottischen Wiegenlied »Can Ye See Cushions« und die vierte Strophe des nordirischen Liebeslieds »The Maid of Culmore«.
Bei meinen szenischen Lesungen im Birdland (2008) und im Porgy & Bess (2009) sang es die in Graz lebende kosovarische Jazzsängerin Irina Karamarković.
London’s the darkest and weariest town
London’s my wet and sorrowful grave
Since my Johnny’s left me here all alone
To fight for man to never again be a slave.
So don’t cry for me, sweet Nancy McGee
My tears for you were dried by the wind
For I’m fighting the South South West Company
Alongside gallant Captain Flint.
Better cry for those whose necks were broken
Cry for those whose minds are in chains
Cry for those whose sorrows are never spoken
But left in unspeakable pains.
So don’t cry for me, sweet Nancy McGee
My tears for you were dried by the wind
For I’m fighting the South South West Company
Alongside gallant Captain Flint.
My baby is rockin’ upon my warm knee
Your Daddy is rockin’ over the salty main
He is rockin’ upon the raging sea
For never, never to return again.
So don’t cry for me, sweet Nancy McGee
My tears for you were dried by the wind
For I’m fighting the South South West Company
Alongside gallant Captain Flint.
Oh, had I the power the storms for to rise
I would make the wind blow and the salty seas roar
I would make the wind blow, I would darken the skies
For to blow my dear Johnny back to my door.
So don’t cry for me, sweet Nancy McGee
My tears for you were dried by the wind
For I’m fighting the South South West Company
Alongside gallant Captain Flint.
So come all ye young maidens and take warnings from me
Never hook up with a lad whose cause is higher than thee
Whose heart does not beat for humans but for humanity
He burns down prisons but leaves you the prisoner of misery.
So don’t cry for me, sweet Nancy McGee
My tears for you were dried by the wind
For I’m fighting the South South West Company
Alongside gallant Captain Flint.