| It was early, early* in the spring
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| When my love Willy went to serve the king
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| And all that vexed him or grieved his mind
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| Was the leavin' of his dear girl behind
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| Oh, father dear, built me a boat
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| That on the ocean I might float
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| And view** the ships, as they pass me by
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| And to inquire, of my sailor boy
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| She had not sailed long in the deep
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| When a fine ships crew, she changed to meet
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| And of the captain she inquired to (?)
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| Does my love Willy sail on board with you?
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| What sort of lad, is your Willy fair?
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| What sort of clothes does your Willy wear?
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| He wears a coat of royal blue
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| And you’ll easily know him, for his heart is true
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| If that’s your Willy, he is not here
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| I doubt he’s drowned, as we do fear
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| 't was (garble***) as we passed by
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| It was there we lost a fine sailor boy
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| Put a marble stone at my head and feet
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| And in the middle, a turtle dove
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| So the whole world knows, that I die (d) for love |