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Brewster: Ballads and Songs of Indiana 93
3. "Hush up, hush up, my pretty fair miss,
And do not mourn for me; For the best of friends will have to part, And so will you and me.
4. "Your father he will shoe your feet,
Your mother glove your hands, And I will kiss your red rosy cheeks When I return again."
5. "I wish to God I'd never been borned,
Or died while I was young, Than to weep and wet my red rosy cheek, And mourn for another woman's son.
6. "I wish the sea would go dry, my love,
And the rocks would melt and run; Fire would freeze and no more burn, And the raging sea would burn.
7. "0 don't you hear that lonesome turtle dove
A-flying from vine to vine, A-mourning for his own true love Just as I mourn for mine?
8. "You had better stay in your own room,
All on a bed of down, Than to be in your wild wilderness
While the wild beasts howl and mourn."
No title given. Contributed by Mrs. Mary J. Shriver, of East St, Louis, Illinois. Learned in Indiana. January 24, 1936.
1. "Who will shoe your pretty little feet? Who will glove your hand? Who will Mss your red rosy cheek When I am in a foreign land?"