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Unhappy Love 101
29 GREEN GROWS THE LAUREL
or references see Cox, pp. 417--418. See also Eddy, No. 153, Flanders and rown, pp. 113-114, Hudson, JAFL, XXXIX, 147; Ord, p. 182; Scarborough, i- ZyL-llt1* and Sharp, II, 211. Version A was sung in 1934 by Mrs. Eliza Youngs, Greenville
1 Here's adieu to my father, here's adieu to my mother. Here's adieu to my sister, likewise to my brother.
I'm going on the wide ocean my fortune to try. When I think of my true love how sorry am I.
So green grows the laurel, and so does the rue.
How sorry am I, love, for parting with you.
But in our next meeting our joys we'll renew,
And we'll change the green laurel for the orange and blue.
2 How oft have I wondered how maids could love men. How oft have I wondered how men could love them, But by my sad experience I very well know,
For I think of my true love wherever I go.
3 I wrote my love a letter; it was red rosy fine. She sent me back an answer all dated in time, Saying, "Keep your red roses and I'll keep my thyme; It's you drink to your love, and I will to mine."
4 I have gold in each pocket, I have silver enough, And since it's no better, God grant it's no worse. I can walk as shy by her as she can by me;
I can live as long single, contented as she.