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ii. They had not been on the sea two months, I'm sure it was not four, Till they sprang a leak in her true love's ship And it sank to rise no more.
12. "What hills, what hills, my own true love, That look so bright above ?"
"That's hills of heaven, my own true love, Where all God's people doth go."
13. "What hills, what hills, my own true love, That look so dark below ?"
"That is hills of hell, my own true love, Where you and I have started to go."
14. "A curse, a curse to all seaman, A curse, a curse," she said,
"You've robbed me of my sweet little babes, And stole my life away." |
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The song was recorded in the Cumberland Mountains by Ruth Bagwell, a student in Lincoln Memorial University.
1. "Well met, well met," says an old true love, "Well met, well met," says he;
"I've come from far across the sea And it's all for the sake of thee."
2. "Oh, hold your tongue of your former vows, For they will bring bitter strife;
Oh, hold your tongue of your former vows, For I have become a wife."
3. "Oh, I could have married a king's daughter And she would have married me;
But I've forsaken those crowns of gold And it's all for the sake of thee." |
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