Green Willow
“Go home and get your father's gold
Some of your mother's money
And you shall go on board with me
For to be my dear honey, for to be my dear honey.”

They had not sailed many miles
Not many miles, nor scarcely
Before he was troubled
With her and her baby, with her and her baby

For the ship was pixy-held
And lots were cast for the cause on't;
But every time the lot fell out
On her and her baby, on her and her baby

He tied a napkin round her head
And he tied it to the baby;
And then he threw them overboard
Both her and her baby, both her and her baby

“See how my love she'll try to swim
See how my love she'll follow;
See how my love she'll try to swim
To the banks of green willow, to the banks of green willow
“I'll build a coffin for my love
And I'll edge it all with yellow
And then she shall be buried
On the banks of green willow, on the banks of green willow.”