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270 Indiana University Publications, Folklore Series
6. "No, honored lady, he is not here;
He was drowned in the gulf, my dear. Near Rocky Island as we passed by
There we left your sweet sailor boy/'
7. She wrung her hands and tore her hair
Just like a lady in despair. She rowed her boat against a rock;
I think that lady's heart was broke.
8. "O bring me a chair and set me down,
A pen and ink to write it down!" At the end of each line she dropped a tear,
At the end of each verse cried, "O, my dear I
9. "Dig my grave both wide and deep,
A marble stone at the head and feet, And on my breast a turtle dove
To let the world know I died for love." |
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