As sung by Jack Little, Osceola, Arkansas on August 19, 1959
There was a fine ship started out on th sea Cryin', O th lonesome low There was a fine ship started out on th sea She went by th name of th Green Willow Tree While sailin' in th low lands, lonesome low While sailin' in th low land sea
She had'nt been on sea more than a week or three Cryin', O th lonesome low She had'nt been on sea more than a week or three When she was over taken by th Turkish Revillie While sailin' in th low land, lonesome low While sailin' in th low land sea
Up stepped th captain, what shall we do Cryin', O th lonesome low Up stepped th captain, what shall we do She'll over take us, cut us intwo She'll sink us in th low land, lonesome low She'll sink us in th low land sea
Up stepped th cabin boy, what'll you give me Cryin', O th lonesome low Up stepped th cabin boy, what'll you give me If I'll go an' sink that Turkish Revillie I'll sink 'er in th low land, lonesome low I'll sink 'er in th low land sea
O, it's I'll give you gold an' it's I'll give to thee Cryin', O th lonesome low O, it's I'll give you gold an' it's I'll give to thee My eldest daughter, thy wedded wife to be While sailin' in th low land, lonesome low While sailin' in th low land sea
He fell upon his breast an' away swam he Cryin', O th lonesome low He fell upon his breast an' away swam he He set his course for th Turkish Revillie While sailin' in th low land, lonesome low While sailin' in th low land sea
He dived underneath an' 'e went to his work Cryin', O th lonesome low He dived underneath an' 'e went to his work He bored nine holes an' he bored 'em in a jerk He sank 'er in th low land, lonesome low He sank 'er in th low land sea
He fell upon his breast an' away swam he Cryin', O th lonesome low He fell upon his breast an' away swam he He set his course for th Green Willow Tree While sailin' in th low land, lonesome low While sailin' in th low land sea
Captain, O captain, won't you take me on board Cryin', O th lonesome low Captain, O captain, won't you take me on board An' won't you be as good as your word While sailin' in th low land, lonesome low While sailin' in th low land sea
No kind sir, I won't take you on board Cryin', O th lonesome low No kind sir, I won't take you on board Neither will I be as good as my word While sailin' in th low land, lonesome low While sailin' in th low land sea
If it was'nt for respect that I have for your crew Cryin', O th lonesome low If it was'nt for respect that I have for your crew I'd take time an' I 'd sink you too I'd sink you in th low land, lonesome low I'd sink you in th low land sea
He fell upon his breast an' away swam he Cryin', O th lonesome low He fell upon his breast an' away swam he He bid farewell to th Green Willow Tree While sailin' in th low land, lonesome low While sailin' in th low land sea