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Silvery Tide It's of a fair young creature Who lived by the sea side, Whose pretty form and feature Was called the village pride. Young Henry a sea captain Whose heart Molly did gain, Which proved true to young Henry Who's on the silvery tide. It was at Henry's absence A nobleman there came, A-courting pretty Molly Whom she refused to gain, My vows in vain while on the main, I love but one, she cried, So pray begone for I love but one Where flows the silvery tide, One morning as the villain Walked out to take the air, Down by the ocean roaring He met the lady fair, He cries, you heartless maiden, Consent to be my bride, Or sink or swim while far from him Who's on the silvery tide, Molly with her trembling lips- My vows I never will break, I love my own dear Henry, I'll die for his dear sake, He bound her with his handkerchief And throwed her o'er the side, While shrieking she went sinking Down in the silvery tide. Soon afterwards young Henry Had just come home from sea, Expecting to be happy He'd named his wedding day. Oh I fear your true love's drownded, His aged parents cried, She caused her own destruction Far down the silvery tide. Young Henry on his pillow lay, For he could take no rest, For thoughts of his dear Molly Disturbed his peaceful breast. He dreamed that he was walking Down by the ocean wide, And Molly he saw a-walking Far down the silvery tide, So up rose young Henry And straightway he did go, To wander up and down the banks All by the roaring sea, At daybreak in the morning Pretty Molly's corpse he spied, To and fro went a-floating Down on the silvery tide, He knew it was his Molly By his own ring on her hand, He then unbound the handkerchief Which brought him to a stand The name of this bold murderer On the handkerchief he spied, Which proved to him that Molly Was drowned in the silvery tide, The wicked villain was taken, The gallows was his doom, For ending pretty Molly Who scarce attained her bloom, Young Henry, so defeated He mourned until he died, The last word was for Molly Who was drowned in the silvery tide, From Ozark Folk Songs, Randolph Collected from Sylvia Hill, MO, 1940 DT #336 Laws O37 RG
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