| It was early, early all in the spring
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| When my love Willie went to serve a king
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| The night been dark and the wind blew high
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| Which parted me from my sailor boy
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| «Oh father, father, give me a boat
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| For on the ocean I mean to float
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| To watch the bigger ships as they pass by
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| For I might enquire for my sailor boy
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| She had not sailed it for a week or two
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| When she spied a captain and all his crew
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| «Oh captain, captain, come tell me true
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| Does my love Willie sail on board with you?»
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| What was the colour of your Willie’s hair
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| What was the colour does young Willie wear?
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| «A red-blue jacket and his trousers white
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| And his curly hair was my heart’s delight»
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| «Oh fair maid, fair maid, he is not here
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| For he’s lost or drowned, I am afraid
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| For in yon green island as we passed by
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| T’was there we lost the fine sailor boy»
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| She wrung her hands and she tore her hair
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| Just like a lady in deep despair
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| She called for paper, both pen and ink
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| And every line she did drop a tear
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| And every word she cried «Willie dear»
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| So father, father, go dig my grave
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| Go dig it long and go dig it wide
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| Place marble stone at my head and feet
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| That the world may know that I died in grief |