English Folk Songs from the Southern Appalachians

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	Awake! Awake!
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	2 It's me alone, your own true love, He's just now here going away. Go away, go away from my doors and windows, Go away, go away, in grief, cried she. 3 It's you go, love, and ask your father If you my bride, my bride shall be ; And if he says No, love, come and tell me; And this'll be the last time I'll bother thee. 4 It's I will not go and ask my father, For he's on his bed at rest a-sleeping, And in his hands he holds a weapon That will be a grief to thee. 5 It's you go, love, and ask your mother If you my bride, my bride shall be ; And if she says No, love, come and tell me; And this'll be the last time I'll bother thee. 6 I'll not go in and ask my mother, For she's on her bed at rest a-sleeping, For in her hand she holds a card, love, That'll be bad news to thee.
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