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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