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2 And when she heard George Collins was dead She laid her silk aside,
And fell down on her trembling knee And wept and mourned and cried.
3 O Mary, O Mary, what makes you weep, What makes you weep and mourn,
What makes you weep when you ought to be asleep ? O Lord, I've lost a friend.
4 God bless the dove that mourns for love And flies from pine to pine.
It mourns for the loss of its own true love.
0 why not me for mine ?
5 I followed Geoge Collins by day, by day,
1 followed him to his grave. Lay off, lay off those coffin lids And spread the sheets so fine.
6 Lay off, lay off, those coffin lids And spread the sheets so fine, And let me kiss his cold, clay lips. O Lord, he'll never kiss mine.