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Sweet Jane Farewell, sweet Jane, for I must start Across the foaming sea; My trunk is now on Johnston's barque With all my company. Then do not weep, sweet loving Jane, Come, dry those tearful eyes, For I'll return to you again Unless your Willie dies. I see the sails upon the barque, The time's all (over?) now, Take one sweet kiss before I start It's mighty deep to plow (The mighty etc.?) She met my lips with flowing tears, And then I kissed her hand. "Oh, think of me, sweet Willie dear. When in some far off land." My bosom felt a feeling then It never felt before. I got on board with Johnston's men And left my native shore. For three long months we all did sail Upon the billows wide; The crew was filled with mirth and glee, But still my bosom sighed. At length we drew in sight of land And landed on the shore And I did wander my way to the mines To dig the golden ore. For three long years I labored hard A-digging of my wealth. I lived on bread and salted lard And never lost my health. I loaded up my trunk with gold And then I thought of Jane. The anxious thought that homewards roll As I recrossed the main. For four long months we all did sail Upon the stormy deep. One night I thought we all were lost. The captain was asleep. At last we drew in sight of land, Of our old native town, And our good captain did command To take the rigging down. At five o'clock we heard the roar From out the cannon's tnouth. And we were welcomed to the shore Of our old sunny South. I saw a crowd of lovely girls Come marching to the ship; I saw sweet Jane, with all her curls, And I began to skip. I met her on the marble walk; My heart was filled with charm. We both so glad we could not speak; I caught her in my arms. We walked along the marble waik Up to her father's door. Oh, Jane did look so nice and neat While standing on the floor ! The parson read the marriage vows That bound us both for life; And Jane is mine without a doubt, My own dear darling wife. From North Carolina Folklore, Brown Collected from Isabel Rawn DT #726 Laws B22 RG oct96
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