English Folk Songs from the Southern Appalachians

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The False Young Man
2   It's come you in, my dear, And talk awhile with me.
I won't come in, nor I shan't sit down, For I have not a moment to stay. I suppose you have some other true love And your heart is no more mine.
3   I'm a-going tomorrow, my dear, It is for a little while,
Buf I'm a-coming back again, my love, If I go ten thousand mile.
4  If I go away and prove false to you, my dear. And never no more return,
The rocks will run and the sea will burn And the earth will melt with fervent heat.
5   Who will shoe my feet, my love, Or who will glove my hands, Or who will kiss my ruby lips When you're in the foreign land ?
6  Tell your father to shoe your feet, my love, And tell your mother to glove your hands, And I will kiss your ruby lips
When I come from the foreign land.
7   He laid his right arm on my shoulder, He laid his left one on my breast, Which might have made me a-believe That the sun rose in the west.
8- There's many a star in the heavens above, And a green bunch of grass below. What a heavy, heavy cross will hang on a man That will treat a poor girl so.
9 I wish to God I'd a-never been born, Or a-died when I was young; I never would have wet my cheeks with tears For the loss of no other woman's son.
Sung by Mrs. Sophie A. Hensley Hexatonic. Mode 3, b.                                                    at Clay Co , Ky., 1908
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