English Folk Songs from the Southern Appalachians

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	No. 80
	Locks and Bolts

	2 Her yellow hairs, like glittering gold, Come jingling down her pillow. She's the little one I love so well, She's like the weeping willow. 3 You've caused your parents to owe me a grudge And treat me most unkindly, Because you're of some high degree And me so poor and needy. 4 I went up to her uncle's house, Enquiring of my darling, And all they would say: There's no such here. And then O what weeping ! 5 But when she heard my lonely voice, She answered at the window, Saying: I would be with you soon, my love, But locks and bolts doth hinder. 6 I stood for a moment all in a maze, I viewed her long and tenderly; My spirit flew, my sword I drew, I swore that house I'd enter. 7 The blood was shed from every side Till I got her from among them. And all young men who get such wives Should fight till you overcome them. • If D be tonic : — Mode 3, a. 245