Collected & Transcribed
by M. C. Parler
Mrs. T. M. Davis
November 30, 1953
A Fair Young Maid
A fair young maid all in her garden,
Gathering flowers all wet with dew,
A tall young man who stepped up to her,
And said, "Fair maid, will you marry me?"
"0 Sir, 0 Sir, a man of honor,
A man of honor you must be,
How can you expect a poor maid to marry,
A poor young firl to marry thee?
"I have a true love on the ocean;
Seven long years he's been at sea;
And if he remains there seven long years longer,
No other man shall marry me."
"Perhaps he is drownded upon the ocean,
Perhaps he is in some battle slain,
Or perhaps he is to some other girl married,
And you will ne'er see him again."
"Oh, if he is drownded upon the ocean,
Or if he is in some battle slain,
Or if he is married, I hope he is happy,
I'll love the girl that marries him."
"Oh, he's not drownded upon the ocean,
Nor is he in some battle slain,
Nor is he to some other girl married,
But he's returned to you again."
He drew his hand from out his pocket,
His fingers were neat and very small,
Saying, "This is the ring you placed upon my finger,"
And at his feet she did fall.
"Oh, I'm your true love from the ocean,
Seven long years I've been at sea,
And if I'd remained there seven long years longer,
No other girl could marry me."
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