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MARY BROWN |
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Rise up, rise up, poor Mary Brown,
To see your dear father go through the town.
I won't rise, I won't rise [from off the ground], To see my dear father go through the town.
Rise up, rise up, poor Mary Brown,
To see your dear sister go through the town.
I won't rise, I won't rise from off the ground, To see my dear sister go through the town.
Rise up, rise up, poor Mary Brown,
To see your dear brother go through the town.
I won't rise, I won't rise up from off the ground, To see my dear brother go through the town.
Rise up, rise up, poor Mary Brown,
To see your dear sweetheart go through the town.
I will rise, I will rise up from off the ground, To see my dear sweetheart go through the town.
—Barnes, Surrey (A. B. Gomme).
II. Rise up, rise up, Betsy Brown,
To see your father go through the town.
I won't rise up upon my feet,
To see my father go through the street.
Rise up, rise up, Betsy Brown,
To see your mother go through the town.
I won't rise up upon my feet,
To see my mother go through the street.
[Then follow verses for sister, brother, and lover. When this last is sung, she says—]
I will rise up upon my feet,
To see my lover go through the street.
—Ninfield, Sussex, about sixty years ago (Charles Wise).
III. Rise daughter, rise daughter, off of your poor feet, To see your dear mother lie dead at your feet. |
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