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Unhappy Love 103
LOVELY WILLIE'S SWEETHEART
Sung in 1934 by Mr. Chauncey Leach, Kalkaska, who learned the song from his mother about 1890.
1 It was on last Tuesday's evening at the theater hall, There I spied my own true love, he was proper and tall. I asked him to walk with me a piece down the road, And I'd show him father's garden, a place as abode.
2 "There's a tree in father's garden, lovely Willie," said she, "Where men and maid servants are waiting for me; And it's while they are sleeping at their own silence rest; Meet me there, lovely Willie, you're the boy I love best,"
3 Her mother standing near her these words she did hear, And cursed be the moments they fell on her ear. Her father lie ambush the deed for to do,
And with a bright dagger he pierced my love through.
4 "O father, cruel father, since this been your will The innocent blood of poor Willie to spill,
I will set me down beside him, since you've him destroyed. O Willie, lovely Willie, you're my own darling boy.
5 "Now I'll go to some foreign country, a strange people to see Where it's I know no one and no one knows me.
May the grave be got ready since in death we must part, O Willie, lovely Willie, you're the joy of my heart."
6 O it's green grow the rushes, and the tops of them small, For it's death is a rout that can conquer us all.
And love lies our waiting like a stone on my breast, And the grave is the first place I expect to find rest. |
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