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"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

My Boy Willie

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