Dark is the xcaller—x color of a true loves hair.
His cheeks is like a lilleyfair.
Oh if he would return it would give me joy.
I nevet loved nothing but my sweet Sailor Boy.
Papa Pa a build me a boat.
Down the river I will float.
Ever ship that I pas by
Ill will listen for sweet Willie’s fcry.
Captain Captain tell me true.
Dose my swwet Willie sail with you?
No he dose not saol with me.
He sleeps in the bottom of the deep blue sea.
Go dig my grave boath deep and wide.
Place to stones at my head and feet.
On my breast place a mourning dove.
To show to rhe world that I dide for love.
A. K. Moore.
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