Collected by: Mary C. Parler Sung by: William Eden
Transcribed by: Anne Connaughton Monte Ne, Ark.
April 14, 1960
Reel 395, Item 6
I dreamed of my true love last night,
My arms were all around her,
But when I woke, it was a joke:
I had to live without her.
Her yellow locks, like clumps of gold,
A dangling o'er my pillow,
That pretty little girl that I loved so well, They called her Rainbow Willow.
I went unto her Uncle's house,
Inquiring of my darling,
There is none here such as you say,
Which put my heart to weeping.
My voice ascended to her chamber door,
And hers unto my window,
So freely I'd be with you, my dear,
But locks and bolts doth hinder.
My passion flew, my sword I drew,
Her room I swore I'd enter,
And locks and bolts, like thunder roar,
I soon came in there with her.
Her uncle and two other men,
Soon after me did follow,
They swore before they would pert with her,
In my own Heart's blood they'd wallow.
The blood was spilled from every side,
And I got my love from among them.
Come all brave boys, such brides as this, Fight on till you overcome them.
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