The Sailor Boy

Track Nr. 11 auf Der Tod war da

It was early, early all in the spring
When my love Willy went to serve the 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 pass 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 Willy sail on board with you

What was the colour of your Willy's hair
What was the colour, does young Willy wear
A royal 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 passed by
'Twas 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 night she did drop her tears
And every word she cried Willy 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
That the world may know that I died in grief

Länge: 5:06

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Text: Traditional
Musik: Traditional


Gesang: Christine Rauscher, Christian Reiter, Sebastian Bariwinek
Gitarre: Sebastian Barwinek
Basslaute: Christian Reiter
Sopranflöte: Christian Reiter
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