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188 Ballads and Songs of Michigan
3 Her uncle came to her one day as she lay on her bed. "Rise up, my pretty fair maiden," he unto Mary said; "Rise up, my pretty fair Mary, for a lady you shall be.
The squire's waiting for you on the banks of the Sweet Dundee."
4 "Away with all your squires, your lords, and dukes hkewise. My Willie he appears to me like diamonds in the sky." "Hush up, you silly maiden; undaunted I shall not be;
I intend to banish William from the banks of the Sweet Dundee."
5 A press gang came to Willie when he was all alone. He bravely fought for liberty, but there were six to one.
The blood came flowing from his wounds. "They'll kill me
now," cried he, "But bravely I shall die for Mary on the banks of the Sweet
Dundee."
6 As Mary was walking out next day, lamenting for her love, She met this wealthy squire, all in a lonesome grove.
He threw his arms around her. "Begone, base man," cried she; "You've killed the only man I love on the banks of the Sweet Dundee."
7 He threw his arms around her, so lovingly around;
Two pistols and a sword he spied beneath her mourning gown. Two pistols and a sword he spied, which oft had been her theme; She fired and killed the squire on the banks of the Sweet Dundee.
8 Her uncle overheard the noise and hastened to the ground. "Since you have killed the squire, I'll give you your death
wound." "Stand back, my dearest uncle, for undaunted I shall be." The trigger she drew, and her uncle she slew on the banks of
the Sweet Dundee.
9 A doctor then was sent for, a man of noble skill; Also a lawyer sent for to write her uncle's will. He willed his gold to Mary who fought so gallantly
And closed his eyes no more to rise on the banks of the Sweet Dundee.
io The press gang they left William and hastened from the place, Thinking they had done the deed of murder and disgrace. |
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