Collected by Garnett Peters For Mary C. Parler
John Pennington Fayetteville, Ark. Aug. 11, 1958
Reel 312, Item 6
The Lady Fair
There was a fair lady in the garden As a single soldier came riding by.
Said, Lady, won't you marry a single soldier Who wants you his bride to be?
Oh, no!! Oh, no! Not a man of honor,
A man of honor you may be;
I have a true lover in the army
Who for seven long years has been gone away.
If he don't return in seven years longer,
No other man's bride I'll be.
Seven long years makes an alteration.
Oh, seven long years makes an alteration.
But seven long years makes none in me.
Perhaps he is in the ocean drowned,
Or perhaps he is in some battle slain,
Or perhaps he is to some pretty girl married,
His face you'll never see again.
If he's, I hope he is happy,
Or, if he's in some battle slain,
Or, if he's to some pretty girl married,
I love the girl that married him.
He pulled his hands all out of his pockets,
His fingers being neat and small,
And on his finger she spied her gold ring,
And all before him she did fall.
He picked her up all in his arms,
Kisses he gave her, one, two, three,
Saying, now won't you marry a single soldier Who has come so far for the sake of you?
I have seven ships all sailing on the ocean,
And the sixth one brought me safe on land.
If it had not a been for you, fair lady,
I'd a never been seen back here any more.
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