Lass of Roch Royal, Lyric Variant 02

One leaf typewritten on the front side. The document is in good physical condition. The document was laminated. A small portion of the upper left corner was cut away. There are staple holes at the upper left corner.

Ballads, English Ballads, Scots Love -- Songs and music Farewells -- Songs and music Birds -- Songs and music

Must I Go to Mississippi. Annie of Lochryan. The Lass of Lochroyan. Love Gregory. Blue-Eyed Boy. Oh Who Will Shoe My Foot. Careless Love. I'll Hang My Harp. Should I Prove False to Thee. Cold Winter's Night. Lord Gregory. Winter's Night. Little Betty Ann. The Storms are on the Ocean. An Old Love Song. Lass of Rock Royal

W. L. Eury Appalachian Collection, Appalachian State University

7/2/2008

I. G. Greer

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Don't You See That Little Bird?

Don't you see that little bird,
Hopping from vine to vine?
Lamenting for its own true love
As I do mourn for mine.

Chorus.
The storms are on the ocean,
The sea will cease to roam.
The earth will loseeit's motion
If I prove false to thee.

If there's no change in the ocean,
If there's no change in the sea,
If there's no change in you my love
There'll be no change in me.

There is no change in the ocean..
There is no change in the sea
If there's no change in you, my love,
There'll be no change in me.

I asked your Mama for you, dear.
she said you wase too young.
I wish I had never saw you, dear
A nd I had never been born.

Who will shoe your little feet,
And who will glove your hands?
And who will kiss your red rosy lips
When I'm in a foreign land?

My Papa will shoe my pretty little feet,
My Mama will glove my hands.
And you may kiss my red rosy lips
When you return again.

Lass of Roch Royal, Lyric Variant 02

Don't You See that Little Bird?

Child, 76 Brown, Older Ballads - Mostly British - 22 Cox, 13 Combs, 21

216 mm x 357 mm

2013-10-15

113_LassOfRochRoyal_Lyric_02

2008-07-02

Paul L. Robertson