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The Daemon Lover
10 I'm neither weeping for your gold nor your silver, I'm neither weeping for your store ;
I'm a-weeping for my poor little baby That I will never see no more.
11 Cheer up, cheer up, my pretty, fair maid, Cheer up, cheer up, cried he,
For I will take you where the grass grows green On the banks of the sweet Willie.
12 They did not sail but a day or two, I'm sure it was not four
Till the vessel sprung a leak and began to sink, And sank for to rise no more.
2 It's I could have married the king's daughter dear, I'm sure she'd have married me;
But I forsaken them crowns of gold, And it's all for the sake of thee.
3 If you could have married the king's daughter dear, I'm sure you ought to have married then ;
For I am married to the house-carpenter, I'm sure he's a fine young man.
4 If you'll forsake your house-carpenter And go along with me,
I'll take you where the grass grows green All on the banks of sweet Lillee.