Collected & Transcribed
by Mary Celestia Parler
Mountain Home, Ark.
Sept. 3, 1953
Sweet, Lovely Jane
Oh, do not weep, sweet lovely Jane,
Come dry your tearful eyes,
I will return to you again,
Unless your true love dies.
She wet my lips with flowing tears,
And then I kissed her hand,
"Farewell, farewell, sweet lovely Jane,
I must leave for a far-off land."
For three long years I labored hard,
A-laying up some wealth,
I lived on bread and salty lard,
But I never lost my health.
I loaded up my trunk with gold,
And then I thought of Jane,
And also in an hour or so
I was sailing on the main.
For eight long weeks we sailed along
All on the foamy deep,
I thought one day that we were all lost,
Our captain was asleep.
We hove in sight of land at last,
Of our old native town,
The captain shouted out, "All right,
Now take the riggin' down."
I spied a crowd of lovely girls,
Come walkin' to the ship;
I spied sweet Jane with all her curls,
And ray heart began to skip.
I ran and met her on the walk,
My soul was filled with charms,
So full of joy that we could not talk,
But I caught her in my arms.
We walked up and down the street,
Unto her father's door;
And everything looked nice and neat
While standing' on the floor.
The parson read the marriage law
That bound us both for life;
Now Jane is mine without a flaw,
A sweet and lovely wife.
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