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2 Yellow was the colour of my true love's hair, Cheeks was like a lily fair.
If he returns it'll give me joy;
Never love any but a sweet soldier boy.
3 Father, father, build me a boat, Over the ocean I may float. Every ship that I pass by,
There I enquired for my sweet soldier boy.
4 Lady, lady, he's not here; Killed him in the battle, my dear.
At the head of Rocky Island as we passed by, There we left your sweet soldier boy.
5 She run her boat all o'er a rock.
I saw that lady's heart was broke. She run her hand all through her hair Like a lady in despair.
6 She called for a chair to sit upon, A pen and ink to write it down.
At the end of every line she dropped a tear, At the end of every verse cried: O my dear.