Collected by Max Hunter (H-9) Sung by Mrs. Ed Newton
For Mary C. Parler Gainesville, Missouri
Transcribed by Frances Majors July 1, 1958
Reel 251-52, Item 16
Sailor, Oh sailor, tell me true,
Is my sweet William sailed with you?
Oh, no, no, he is not here,
He got drowned in the gulf, my dear.
Beyond rocky lands as we passed by,
For there's where your true lover lies.
She wringed her hands, she tore her hair,
Just like somebody in dispair.
Go dig my grave both wide and deep,
A marble stone at my head and my feet.
Present my breast a turtle dove,
To show the world that I died for love.
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