Fred Piek Zanger van Folksongs


De tekst heb ik uit het boek “The Seeds of Love”, een mooie verzameling songs van Stephan Sedley (1967).
De melodie heb ik nergens anders terug kunnen vinden.


As I went out one morning down by the river side
And gazing all around me an Irish girl I spied
The tears ran down her rosy cheeks as she began to cry
My love’s gone to America and quite forsaken I

I went to church last Sunday me love he passed me by
I knew his mind was changing by the roving of his eye
I knew his mind was altered to some girl of high degree
Saying Willy dearest Willy your love has wounded me

Last night as I lay on my bed so sick and bad was I
I called for a napkin around me head to tie
Was he as bad in love with me perhaps I’d mind again
O love it is a killing thing did you ever feel the pain

I wish I was a butterfly I’d fly to my love’s breast
I wish I was a linnet I would sing my love at rest
I wish I was a nightingale I’d sit and I´ll sing so clear
I´d sing a song for you false love for once I loved you dear