English Folk Songs from the Southern Appalachians

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No. 80
Locks and Bolts
2   Her yellow hairs, like glittering gold, Come jingling down her pillow. She's the little one I love so well, She's like the weeping willow.
3   You've caused your parents to owe me a grudge And treat me most unkindly,
Because you're of some high degree And me so poor and needy.
4  I went up to her uncle's house, Enquiring of my darling,
And all they would say: There's no such here. And then O what weeping !
5   But when she heard my lonely voice, She answered at the window,
Saying: I would be with you soon, my love, But locks and bolts doth hinder.
6   I stood for a moment all in a maze, I viewed her long and tenderly; My spirit flew, my sword I drew,
I swore that house I'd enter.
7   The blood was shed from every side Till I got her from among them.
And all young men who get such wives Should fight till you overcome them.
• If D be tonic : — Mode 3, a.