English Folk Songs from the Southern Appalachians

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Young Hunting
4   Some taken him by his lily-white hands, Some taken him by his feet,
And they carried him to the broad water side And plunged him into the deep.
5   Lay there, lay there, loving Henry, said she, Till the meat drops off your bones,
And the girl you left in the Arkansas land Will think long of your return.
6  Come in, come in, pretty parrot, said she, And sing all on my knee ;
Your cage shall be made of ivory beaten gold And the doors of ivory.
7   I can't come in, Lady Margaret, said he, Nor sing all on your knee,
For you are the girl that killed loving Henry, And surely you might kill me.
8   I wish I had a bow and arrow, And it all in its prime,
I'd shoot yon yonders pretty little bird That sits on that tall pine.
9   Who cares I for your bow and arrow, And it all in its prime,
I fly away to some lonesome valley And 'light on some high pine.