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26 AMERICAN BALLADS AND SONGS
The boy swam round unto the larboard side,
Saying, "Messmates, pick me up, for I'm wearied with
the tide, 0 messmates, pick me up for I'm wearied with the
tide. And I'm sinking in the Lowlands, the Lowlands low, And I'm sinking in the Lowlands low."
His messmates picked him up, and on the deck he died. They sewed him up in his hammock so wide, They sewed him up, sent him floating with the tide, And they sank him in the Lowlands, the Lowlands low, And they sank him in the Lowlands low.
11 THREE SAILOR BOYS
Up spoke the man of our gallant ship,
And a well spoken man was he, Saying, " I married me a wife in a far distant town,
And tonight a widow she will be, be, be,
And tonight a widow she will be."
For the roaring sea, they do roar, 0 roar,
And the stormy winds they do blow,
As the three poor sailor boys they were mounted
up aloft, While the love land was lying down below, down
below, While the love land was lying down below. |
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