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The Daemon Lover
5 If I forsake my house-carpenter And goes along with thee,
Pray tell me the wealth you have on board To keep me from slavery ?
6 I have three ships all sailing on the sea, All making for dry land,
And besides three hundred jolly sailor boys, You can have them at your command.
7 She catched her tender little babes in her arms, Kisses give them, one, two, three,
Saying: Stay at home with your'papee, I'm sure he'll be good to thee.
8 They hadn't been sailing but a day or two, Not more than two or three,
Till she began to weep and mourn And she weep most bitterly.
9 Are you weeping about my gold, said he ? Are you weeping about my stores ?
Or are you weeping about your house-carpenter That you shall never see no more ?
io I'm neither weeping for your gold, Nor neither for your store ; But I am weeping about my tender little babe That I never shall see any more.
2 O who will clothe my little babe, And who will shoe its feet, And who will sleep in its lily-white arms While we're sailing for dry land ?