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. She rowed her boat upon a rock; I saw that lady's heart was broke; She ran her fingers through her hair fust like a lady in despair; She ran her fingers through her hair Just like a lady in despair.
. Go, bring me a chair to sit upon, A pen and ink to write it down. At the end of every line she dropped a tear; At the end of every verse she cried, "Oh, my dear *' At the end of every line she dropped a tear; At the end of every verse she cried, "Oh, my dear."
. Go, dig my grave both wide and deep And place a marble slab at my head and at my feet; And on my breast place a little turtle dove To show the world that 1 died for love; And on my breast place a little turtle dove To show the world that 1 died for love.
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THE DROWSY SLEEPER
See Campbell and Sharp, No. 47; Sturgis and Hughes, Songs from the Hills of Vermont, p. 30; Sharp, Folk-Songs of English Origin Collected in the Appalachian Mountains, Second Series, p. 48; Cox, No. 108; Journal, XX, 260; XXIX, 200; XXX, 338; XXVI, 354.
This first stanza of "The Drowsy Sleeper" was obtained from Mrs. C. L. Franklin, Crossnore, Avery County, North Carolina, August, 1930.
1. Wake, oh, wake, you drowsy sleeper; Wake, oh, wake, it's almost day. Can you sleep and slumber And your true-love's going away ?
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