Collected by Edwin R. Bethune
For Mary C. Parler
Transcribed by Frances Majors
Sung by Mrs. Pearl Brewer
August 1, 1958
Reel 262, Item 6
Early, Early in the Spring
It was early, early in one Spring
I pressed on board to serve my king.
I was writing letters to my dearest dear,
And not one word from her could I hear.
I sailed up to her father's door,
Inquiring of my dearest dear.
He answered me, and with this reply,
My daughter has married to seek a richer life.
I asked him again what did he mean;
My daughter has married
To be a rich man's wife,
So go, young man, and seek you a wife.
Well, beings as I've lost my golden crown,
I'll sail this ocean round and round.
I'll sail on sea till the day I die;
I'll split the way where the bullets fly.
Oh, Willie, Willie, stay on shore;
And don't go back to war no more.
A many true love has been denied,
Since you have been sailing the ocean wide.
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