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