Clyde Waters (child 216) Tab uke di Anaïs Mitchell

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Willie sits in his stable door

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And he's combing his coal-black steed,

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And he's doubting on fair Margaret's love

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And his heart began to bleed.

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“Give corn unto my horse, mother,

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And meat to my man John,

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And I'll away to fair Margaret's bower

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Before the night comes on.”


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"Oh stay at home with me, dear Willie,

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Oh stay at home with me,

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And the very best cock in all the roost

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Your own supper shall be."

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"It's all your cocks in all your roosts

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I value not a pin,

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But I'll away to fair Margaret's bower

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Before the night sets in.”


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"If you go to fair Margaret's bower

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Without the leave of me,

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In the deepest part of the Clyde water

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Then drowned you shall be."

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"Oh the good steed that I ride upon

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Cost me thrice thirty pounds,

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And I'll put trust in his swift feet

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To take me safe and sound."


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He's ridden o'er the high, high hills

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And he's down the dowy den,

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And the noise that was in the Clyde water

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Would have feared five hundred men,"

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"O roaring Clyde, you roar so loud

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Your streams are wondrous strong,

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Make me a wreck as I come back

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But spare me as I'm going."


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Oh when he's got to fair Margaret's bower,

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He's turled low on the pin.

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"Oh wake up, me May Margaret,

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Rise up and let me in."

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"Oh who is this at my bower door,

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Calling May Margaret's name?"

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"It's only your first love, little William,

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This night come to her home."


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"Open up your gates this night,

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Open and let me in,

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For me boots they are full of the Clyde water


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And I'm frozen to the skin."

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"Me barns are full of corn, Willie,

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And the stable's full of hay,

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And me bower's full of gentle-men -

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They'll not remove till day."

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"Then it's fare thee well to you, May Margaret,

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And it's fare thee well and adieu,

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For I have won my mother's own curse

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In coming this night to you."

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And as he's ridden o'er the high, high hill

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And down yon dowy den,

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And the rushing in the Clyde wa-ter

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Took Willie's cane from him.

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And he's leaned him over his saddle-bow

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To catch his cane again,

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And the rushing in the Clyde water

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Took Willie's hat from him.

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And he's leaned him o’er his saddle-bow

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To catch his hat by force,

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But the rushing in the Clyde wa-ter

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Took Willie from his horse.


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And the very hour that young man sank

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Into the parts so deep,

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There up and awoke this May Margaret

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Out from her drowsy sleep.

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"Come here, come here, my mother dear,

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And you read my dreary dream.

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I dreamed my lover was at our gates

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And nobody let him in."



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"Lie down, lie down, you May Margaret,

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Lie down and take your rest.

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For since your lover was at our gates

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It's but two quarters passed."

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Then nimbly, nimbly rose she up,

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And went down to the river's brim,

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And the louder that this lady cried,

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The louder grew the wind.


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And the very first step that she went in,

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She stepped up to her feet,

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And it's "oh" and "alas," this lady cried,

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"The water's wondrous deep."

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And the very next step that she went in,

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She's waded to her knee.

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Says she, "I would wade farther in

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If I my true love I could see."


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And the very next step that she went in,

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She's waded to her chin.

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And in the deepest part of Clyde water

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She found sweet William in.

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Saying, " You have had a cruel mother, Willie,

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And I have had another.

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And now we'll sleep in Clyde wa-ter

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Like sister and like brother."