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Awake, awake you drowsy sleeper
Awake, awake, it's almost day
How can you lie and sleep and slumber
And your true love going far away
Oh say my love, go ask your mother
If you my bride, my bride shall be
If she says no come and tell me
It’ll be the last time I’ll bother thee

Oh I’ll not go and ask my mother
For she lies on her bed at rest
And in her hand she holds a paper
That speaks the most of my distress

Oh say my love, go ask your father
If you my bride, my bride shall be
If he says no, love come and tell me
It’ll be the last time I’ll bother thee

Oh I’ll not go and ask my father
For she lies on his bed at rest
And in his hands she holds a weapon
To kill the man I love the best

I’ll go down in some lone valley
And spend my weeks, my months, my years
I’ll eat nothing but green willow
And I’ll drink nothing but my tears
Come back, come back, my own true lover
Come back, come back, in greed cried she
I’ll forsake both mother and father
And I’ll cry love and pity thee

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[Transcribed 6MAR2023, caj]