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EARLY SPRING – Traditional
Early spring when I was young,
The birds so merrily have sung;
Was there ever a bird so happy as I
When my young sailor lad was nigh?
'Tis six long months since I've been wed,
The times so merrily have fled;
But tomorrow morning by the dawning of the day,
The ocean presses my love away.
The time rolled on and he came no more
To see his bride on the ocean shore;
His ship she went down by the rolling of the storm,
And in the deep my love doth mourn.
I wish I were a-sleeping, too,
In the arms of my true love in the ocean blue;
My soul to my God and my body in the sea,
And the white waves rolling over me.
The eastern star is shining clear,
The day o'er-breaks on the ocean near;
The sailor lies low and his lovely bride,
Is weeping by the ocean-side.