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From Kenneth Peacock, Songs of the Newfoundland Outports, volume 3, page 705
Sung by Mrs. Thomas Walters, Rocky Harbour, July 1959

She Died in Love

1.        There is an ale-house in this town
        Where my love goes in and sits himself down,
        He takes some strange girl on his knee,
        And don't you think it's a grief to me.

2.        A grief to me and I'll tell you why,
        Because she has more gold than I,
        But her gold will waste and silver fly,
        There's a time she'll have no more than I.

3.        When I carried my apron low
        My love followed me through frost and snow,
        But now my apron is to my chin,
        My love passes by and won't call in.

4.        Down in yon meadow I hear people say
        There grows a flower so costly and gay,
        If I could chance one of them to find
        'Twould cure my heart and ease my mind.

5.        Down in the valley this fair one did go
        Picking those flowers so fast as they'd grow,
        Some she plucked and more she pulled
        Until she gathered her apron full.

6.        She carried them home and she made a bed,
        A stony pillow for her head,
        She laid herself down and nevermore spoke
        Because, poor girl, her heart was broke.

7.        When she was dead and her corpse was cold
        This sad news to her true love was told.
        "I'm sorry for her, poor girl," said he,
        "How could she be so fond of me?"

8.        Dig her a grave wide, long, and deep,
        A tombstone at her head and feet,
        And on her breast lay a turtle-dove
        So the world may know that she died in love.