My Boy Willie |
It was early, early all in the Spring, That my boy Willie went to serve the King, The night was dark and the wind blew high; It was then I lost my dear sailor boy.
2. The night is long and I can find no rest,
3. "Oh, father, father, give me a boat,
4. She was not long out upon the deep, | 5. "What sort of boy is your Willie dear, Or what sort of a suit does your Willie wear?" "He wears a suit of the royal blue, And you'll easy know him for his heart is true."
6. "Oh, then your boy Willie, I am sorry to say,
7. She wrung her hands and she tore her hair,
8. "O, father, make my grave both wide and deep, |
9. Come all you sailors who sail along And all you boatmen who follow on. From the cabin-boy to the mainmast high Ye must mourn in black for my sailor boy. |