English Folk Songs from the Southern Appalachians

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	The Cruel Ship's Carpenter 6 No time for to weep nor no time for to stand He instantly taken his knife in his hand Into her bright body his knife he there stole, And the blood from her body like a fountain did flow. 7 He covered her all up, straight home he returned, Left no one to mourn but the small birds alone, And pled forth the paymount for to plough the whole sea. 8 The captain then summoned his whole-y ship crew. He said : My brave boys, I'm afraid some of you Have murdered some damsel before we came away, That will cause us to be hate upon the whole sea. 9 And he that did do it the truth he'll deny. We'll hang with God in yon gallows so high ; But he that confess it his life we'll not take, But we'll leave him on the very next island we'll meet. io Poor William, poor William then fell to his knees, The blood in his veins with horror did freeze. And no one did see it but this wicked wretch, And he went distracted and died that same night. c

	2 O William, O William, I don't want to go. Your people are all against it and that you well know. He led he over high hills and hollows so steep, At length pretty Polly began for to weep.
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