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Early, Early in the Spring
2 I hadn't been gone but a very short while, I took the opportunity
Of writing of letters to my most dear, Not an answer could I hear.
3 I rode up to her father's hall, Where my true love I did call.
Her father answered and thus replied :
My daughter's married and you must be denied.
4 She married to a richer life, You'll have to seek another wife. Cruel be all gold and silver
And all true love that won't prove true.
5 They will occasion you to swear
And break the heart of a nice young man. I'll go where the fife and the drums do play, Where the music ceases night or day, Live on the sea till the dear day And split the waves with bullets fly.
6 O Willie dear, lay still on shore And don't go about the rigging o'er. There's girls in the town more fair than I, O Willie, don't go where the bullets fly.
• If D be tonic : — Mode 2, a + b (xolian).