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366 MARY BROWN
I won't rise, I won't rise off of my poor feet, To see my dear mother lie dead at my feet.
Rise daughter, rise daughter, off of your poor feet, To see your poor father lie dead at your feet.
I won't rise, I won't rise off of my poor feet, To see my poor father lie dead at my feet.
Rise daughter, rise daughter, off of your poor feet, To see your dear sister lie dead at your feet.
I won't rise, I won't rise off of my poor feet, To see my poor sister lie dead at my feet.
Rise daughter, rise daughter, off of your poor feet, To see your poor brother lie dead at your feet.
I won't rise, I won't rise off of my poor feet, To see my poor brother lie dead at my feet.
Rise daughter, rise daughter, off of your poor feet, To see your dear sweetheart lie dead at your feet.
I will rise, I will rise off of my poor feet,
To see my dear sweetheart lie dead at my feet.
—Barnes, Surrey (A. B. Gomme).
IV. Rise daughter, rise daughter, Rise from off your knees, To see your poor father lie Down at yonder trees.
I won't rise, I won't rise,
From off my knees, To see my poor father lie
Down at yonder trees.
[The verses are then repeated for mother, sister, brother, and sweetheart. When this is said the girl sings—]
I will rise, I will rise,
From off my knees, To see my sweetheart lie
Down at yonder trees.
— Hurstmonceux, Sussex (Miss Chase). |
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