English Folk Songs from the Southern Appalachians

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	The False Young Man 2 It's come you in, my dear, And talk awhile with me. I won't come in, nor I shan't sit down, For I have not a moment to stay. I suppose you have some other true love And your heart is no more mine. 3 I'm a-going tomorrow, my dear, It is for a little while, Buf I'm a-coming back again, my love, If I go ten thousand mile. 4 If I go away and prove false to you, my dear. And never no more return, The rocks will run and the sea will burn And the earth will melt with fervent heat. 5 Who will shoe my feet, my love, Or who will glove my hands, Or who will kiss my ruby lips When you're in the foreign land ? 6 Tell your father to shoe your feet, my love, And tell your mother to glove your hands, And I will kiss your ruby lips When I come from the foreign land. 7 He laid his right arm on my shoulder, He laid his left one on my breast, Which might have made me a-believe That the sun rose in the west. 8- There's many a star in the heavens above, And a green bunch of grass below. What a heavy, heavy cross will hang on a man That will treat a poor girl so. 9 I wish to God I'd a-never been born, Or a-died when I was young; I never would have wet my cheeks with tears For the loss of no other woman's son. D Sung by Mrs. Sophie A. Hensley Hexatonic. Mode 3, b. at Clay Co , Ky., 1908 \| I