English Folk Songs from the Southern Appalachians

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	In Seaport Town 8 She wandered over the hills and mountains And through a many of a place unknown, Till at last she came to the lonesome valley, And there she found him dead alone. 9 Saying : Your eyes look like some bloody butcher, Your eyes look like some salt or brine. She kissed his cold, cold lips and, crying, Said: You are the darling bosom friend of mine. 10 Since my brothers been so cruel As to force your sweet love away, One grave shall preserve us both together, As long as I have breath I will stay with you. 11 When she return back the next evening, Her brothers ask her where she'd been. O hold your tongue, you deceitful villains, For one alone you both shall hang. 12 Her brothers then they came convicted To jump in a boat and a-finally leave. The wind did blow and the waves came o'er them; They made their graves in the deep blue sea
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