| Share page | Visit Us On FB |
|
Young Hunting
4 Some taken him by his lily-white hands, Some taken him by his feet,
And they carried him to the broad water side And plunged him into the deep.
5 Lay there, lay there, loving Henry, said she, Till the meat drops off your bones,
And the girl you left in the Arkansas land Will think long of your return.
6 Come in, come in, pretty parrot, said she, And sing all on my knee ;
Your cage shall be made of ivory beaten gold And the doors of ivory.
7 I can't come in, Lady Margaret, said he, Nor sing all on your knee,
For you are the girl that killed loving Henry, And surely you might kill me.
8 I wish I had a bow and arrow, And it all in its prime,
I'd shoot yon yonders pretty little bird That sits on that tall pine.
9 Who cares I for your bow and arrow, And it all in its prime,
I fly away to some lonesome valley And 'light on some high pine. |
||
|
• |
||
|
54 |
||