Traditional
Fair young maid all in a garden there
Strange young man passer by
Said: fair young Miss, will ya marry me?
And this then, Sir, was her reply:
Oh, no, kind Sir, I cannot marry thee
For I’ve a love who sails all on the sea
Well, he’s been gone for seven years
And still no man shall marry me
What if he is in some battle slain
Or drowned in the deep salt sea?
What if he’s found him another love
And he and his love both married be?
Well, if he is in some battle slain
And his body lies I know not where
Or if he’s drowned in the deep blue sea
Then I’ll be true to his memory
And if he’s found him another love
And he and his love both married be
I wish them health and happiness
Where they dwell across the see
He picked her up all in his arms
And kisses gave her one, two three
Saying: Weep no more, my own true love
I am your long lost John Riley
Saying: Weep no more, my own true love
I am your long lost John Riley
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