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SWEET WILLIAM'S GHOST Come all you young maidens that's fair and handsome, While in vain your tears do flow. For my love I'm daily weeping He is my charming Willy O. My love he's gone on board of the Tender, Where to find him I do not know, May kind Providence still protect him, And send me back my Willy O. Had I the gold of the West Indies, Or all the silver in Mexico, I would give it all to the Queen of England, If she would grant me my Willy O. As Mary lay sleeping, her true love came creeping To her bed-chamber door so slow, Saying rise up, lovely Mary, For I am your own true Willy O. Mary rose up and put on her clothes, To her chamber door did go, It's there she found her own true love And his face as white as snow. Willy dear where is the blushes That you had some time ago. O Mary dear the clay has changed them, For I am the ghost of your Willy O. Those seven long years I am daily writing To the Bay of Biscay O, But cruel death has sent me no answer, From my charming Willy O. They spent the night in deep discoursing Concerning their courtship sometime ago. They kissed, shook hands with sorrowful parting, Just as the cocks began to crow. Although my body lies in the West Indies My ghost shall guard you to and fro. So farewell Jewel since we are for parting Since I'm no more your Willy O. When she saw him disappearing, Down her cheeks the tears did flow. Mary dear, sweetheart and darling, Weep no more for your Willy O. Taken from Bodleian Ballads, Ballads Catalogue, Firth c12(293) and 2806 c15(136) , Dublin, 1867. Child #77 filename[ WILIGHO3 QX |
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