Mary Celestia Parler;
Bluff Springs, Ark.
April 14, 1955
Reel 225, Item 2
A Soldier's Life
Soldier's life is a very hard life,
Causes many a one to lose their life,
Causes many a one to weep and to mourn
The loss of a true love never to return.
Dark is the color of my true love's hair,
His cheeks are as a lily's fair...
Captain, captain, tell me true,
My soldier boy has sailed with you,
Oh, kind miss, he is not here,
Has been dead about five year.
She run her boat upon a rock,
She acts like a lady that her heart was broke,
She wrung her hand, she tore her hair,
She acts like a lady in deep despair.
Set me a chair to set upon,
A pen and ink to write it down,
At the endo of every line she dropped a tear,
At the end of every verse she cries, Oh, my dear.
Oh, dig my grave both wide and deep,
Put a marble stone at my head and feet,
And on my breast a snow-white dove,
To show this world that I died for love.
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