Title
Lass of Roch Royal, Lyric Variant 02
Description
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.
Subject
Ballads, English Ballads, Scots Love -- Songs and music Farewells -- Songs and music Birds -- Songs and music
Alternative Title
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
Publisher
W. L. Eury Appalachian Collection, Appalachian State University
Rights
The images and audio files contained in the "So Mote It Ever Be: The Folksong Heritage of North Carolina's Northern Blue Ridge Mountains" collection are available for free personal, non-commercial, and educational use, provided that proper citation is used (e.g. I. G. Greer/W. Amos Abrams Manuscript Files Series, Folksong Files Subseries. W. L. Eury Appalachian Collection. Special Collections. Appalachian State University, Boone, NC). Any commercial use of the materials without the written permission of Appalachian State University is strictly prohibited. Please contact the Appalachian State University W. L. Eury Appalachian Collection with specific questions or with requests for further information.
Transcription
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.
