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|A broadside of this song was collected by Rev. S. Baring-Gould.
This version was collected by Lucy Broadwood in Sussex in 1893.
As I was a-walking one morning by chance;
I heard a maid making her moan,
I asked why she sighed, and she sadly replied
'Alas! I must live all alone, alone,
Alas! I must live all alone.'
I said, 'My fair maid, pray whence have you strayed?
And are you some distance from home?'
'My home,' replied she, 'is a burden to me,
For there I must live all alone, alone,
For there I must live all alone.
When I was eleven, sweethearts I had seven,
And then I would look upon none;
But now all in vain I must sigh and complain,
For my true love has left me alone, alone,
For my true love has left me alone.
Oh! come back from sea, my dear Johnny, to me,
And make me a bride of your own!
Or else for your sake my poor heart it will break,
And here I shall die all alone, alone,
And here I shall die all alone.
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