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| Johnny, he promised to marry me But I fear he's with some fair one and gone There's something bewails a man, I don't know what it is And I'm weary of lying alone. Well, Johnny he came there at the appointed hour He tapped on the window so low This fair maid arose and she hurried on her clothes And she bid her true love welcome home. She took him by the hand and she lay him down She felt he was as cold as the clay She said, My dearest dear, if I only had my wish This long night would never turn to day. Oh, crow up, crow up my little bird And don't crow before it is day And you'll keep shielding made of the glittering gold And your door of silver so gay. And where is your soft bed of down, my love? And where is your white hall and sheet? And where is the fair maid who watches over you As you lie in your long, dreamless sleep? Oh, the sand is my soft bed of down, my love And the sea is my white hall and sheet The long, hungry worms they do feed off of me As I lie every night in the deep. Oh, when shall I see you my love? she cried Oh, when shall I see you again? When little fishes fly and the seas they do run dry And the hard rocks do melt with the sun. When little fishes fly and the seas they do run dry And the hard rocks do melt with the sun. |