GREY COCK Johnny he promised to marry me I fear he's with some fair one and gone There's something that ails him and I don't know what it is But I'm weary of lying alone Johnny he came at the appointed hour Knocked on her window so slow This young girl arose and hurried on her clothes And she bid her true love welcome home She took him by the hand and she laid him down Found he was as cold as the clay She said, my dearest dear, if only I had my wish This long night would never turn to day Where is your soft bed of down, my dear? Where are your white holland sheets? And where is the fair girl who watches over you As you lie every night in your sleep? The sea is my soft bed of down, he said Sand be my white holland sheet The little hungry fishes they do feed off me As I lie every night in the deep Then oh my little cock, my handsome little cock, Don't crow till tis long after day Your cage will be of the purest beaten gold And your door of the sweet ivory But him a being young, he crowed so very soon Crowed three long hours before day This young man arose and he hurried on his clothes Farewell love, for I must go away When will you come back again, my love When will you come back again? When little fishes fly and the seas they do run dry And the hard rocks do melt in the sun Child #248 recorded by Peggy Seeger and Ewan MacColl on Blood and Roses see also NITEVIST WILIGHOS AREUSLEP filename[ GREYCOCK SF ===DOCUMENT BOUNDARY===
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