English Folk Songs from the Southern Appalachians


	The Daemon Lover
	10 I'm neither weeping for your gold nor your silver, I'm neither weeping for your store ; I'm a-weeping for my poor little baby That I will never see no more. 11 Cheer up, cheer up, my pretty, fair maid, Cheer up, cheer up, cried he, For I will take you where the grass grows green On the banks of the sweet Willie. 12 They did not sail but a day or two, I'm sure it was not four Till the vessel sprung a leak and began to sink, And sank for to rise no more.
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	2 It's I could have married the king's daughter dear, I'm sure she'd have married me; But I forsaken them crowns of gold, And it's all for the sake of thee. 3 If you could have married the king's daughter dear, I'm sure you ought to have married then ; For I am married to the house-carpenter, I'm sure he's a fine young man. 4 If you'll forsake your house-carpenter And go along with me, I'll take you where the grass grows green All on the banks of sweet Lillee.
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