English Folk Songs from the Southern Appalachians

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	The Daemon Lover 7 I'm neither weeping for my gold, Nor neither for my store ; I'm weeping about my tender little babe I left a-sitting on the floor. 3 And if I had it's all the gold That ever crossed the sea, So free would I give it to see land again And my tender little babe with me. 9 If you had all the gold You should give it all to me, For you shall never see land any more, But stay here for ever with me. :o Don't you see yon light cloud arising As light as any snow ? That's the place called heaven, she says, Where all righteous people go. ii Don't you see yon dark cloud arising As dark as any crow ? That's the place called hell, she says, Where I and you must go. 12 They had not been on the sea more than three weeks, I'm sure it was not four, Till the ship sprung a leak, to the bottom it went, And it went to rise no more. B 2 We've met, we've met, my old true love, We've met, we've met, says she, I have just married a house-carpenter, A nice young man is he. 120