George Collins (2) George Collins rode out one cold winter night. He rode through the snow so white When George Collins returned home again He was taken down sick and he died. His little Alice was in her room Sewing on her silk so fine When she heard her George was dead She laid all her silk aside. She sobbed, she sighed, she mourned and cried When she entered the chamber of death George, oh George, you're all my heart. Now I have nothing left. Her mother said, Alice, don't weep, don't you mourn There's other young men just as fine. Yes, Mother, I know there's other young men, But none can ever be mine. The golden sun sinking in the west Just at the close of the day. There in his last place of rest They laid her George away. Child #85 SOF
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