Coll. by Sung by Mrs. Miner Griffin
Early, Early in the Spring
It was a dark and a gloomy day,
My ship set sail for America,
With the music sweet and the trumpet sound,
For old Virginia our ship was bound.
It was early, early in the spring,
I was forced on board to serve my king,
My dearest dear I left behind,
Who had oftimes told me that her heart was mine.
While sailing o'er the deep blue sea,
I taken this opportunity,
To write some letters to my dearest dear,
But not a word from her could I hear.
At last I arrived at her father's home,
My Dearest Dear, I loud did call,
but her father said, you must be denied,
For she is now a rich man's bride.
If you wrote letters to yonder town,
I cannot prove she received a one;
If the fault is grave, it is none of mine;
So you must not reflect on the female kind.
If she be married to whom I know,
I will no longer stay on shore,
I will sail the seas till the day I die,
And split the waves where the billows fly.
Oh, yes, Willie, do stay on shore,
Don't use those cruel words any more;
Don't sail the seas till the day you die,
For there're many more handsomer girls than I.
Oh, curse your gold and your silver too,
And all pretty girls that don't prove true,
And others too their promise break,
And marry another for riches' sake.
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