Go bring me back my blue-eyed boy, Go bring my darling back to me, Go bring me back the one I love, And happy will I ever be. Must I go bound while he goes free? Must I love a man that don't love me? Or must I act some childish part, And die for the one that broke my heart? |
Late one night when her father came home, Inquiring where his daughter had gone, He went upstairs and the lock he broke, And found her hanging by a rope. He drew his knife and he cut her down, Upon her breast these words he found: Go dig my grave, go dig it deep, And plant a rose at my head and feet. |
Upon my breast a turtle dove, To show this world I died for love. Around my grave go build a fence, To show this world I had no sense. |
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