It was early,early all in the spring when my love Willie went to serve a king the night been dark and the wind blew high which parted me from my sailor boy "Oh father,father, give me a boat for on the ocean I mean to float to watch the bigger ships as they pa** by for I might enquire for my sailor boy She had not sailed it for a week or two when she spied a captain and all his crew "Oh captain, captain, come tell me true, does my love Willie sail on board with you?" What was the colour of your Willie's hair, what was the colour does young Willie wear? "A red-blue jacket and his trousers white and his curly hair was my heart's delight" "Oh fair maid, fair maid, he is not here, for he's lost or drowned, I am afraid for in yon green island as we pa**ed by t'was there we lost the fine sailor boy" She wrung her hands and she tore her hair just like a lady in deep despair she called for paper, both pen and ink and every line she did drop a tear and every word she cried "Willie dear" So father, father, go dig my grave go dig it long and go dig it wide place marble stone at my head and feet that the world may know that I died in grief