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5.  She dressed herself in silk so fine, Most glorious to behold,
And she marched up and down the street; She shone like glittering gold.
6.  She picked up her sweet little babe; Kisses she gave it one, two, three,
Saying, "You stay at home with your poor old dad, And keep him company."
7.  She hadn't been gone but about two weeks, I'm sure it were not three,
Till she fell down a-weeping on her true lover's lap, And she wept most bitterly.
8. "Darling, are you weeping for my silver or gold? Or weeping for my store ?
Or weeping for your house carpenter Whose face you shall see no more ?"
9. "I'm neither weeping for silver or gold, Or weeping for your store;
I'm just a-weeping for my sweet little babe, That I'll never get to see any more.
10. "Oh, what are the white banks that I see? They are white as any snow."
"They are the banks of heaven, my dear, Where your sweet little babe shall go."
11. "Oh, what are the black banks that I see? They are blacker than any crow." "They are the banks of hell, my dear, Where you and I must go."
12.  She dressed herself in silk so fine, Put on her blue and green,
And marched right out in front of him. They took her to be some queen.
13.  They hadn't been gone but about three weeks, I'm sure it was not four,
Till her true lover's ship took a leak in it, And sank for to rise no more.

E-Book - An Annotated Compendium of Old Time American Songs by James Alverson III