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200 Indiana University Publications, Folklore Series
5. "My mother, dear, you need not know
The faint and sorrowful griefs that flow; Go get me a chair and set me down
With pen and ink to write words down."
6. And on each line she dropped a tear,
A-crying for her Willie dear; And then her father he came home,
Saying, "Where's my daughter? Where has she gone?"
7. He went upstairs; her door he broke,
And found her hanging to a rope; He took his knife and cut it down,
And on her breast this note he found.
8. "Go dig my grave both wide and deep ;
Place a marble stone at my head and feet, And on my breast place a snowy-white dove To warn young girls not to fall in love."
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"The Butcher's Boy." Contributed by Mr. Kenneth Williams, of Oakland City, Indiana. Gibson County. Secured by him from an uncle. March 19, 1935.
1. In London City where I did dwell
A butcher's boy I loved so well; He stole from me my heart away, And with me now he will not stay.
2. There is a strange girl in this town;
My love he goes and he sits down, And takes that strange girl on his knee, And tells to her what he won't tell me.
3. It's a grief to me, I'll tell you why,
Because she has more gold than I. But gold will melt and silver fly; True constant love will never die. |
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