LASS OF LOCH ROYAL
(TRUE LOVE'S FAREWELL; THE FALSE TRUE-LOVER)
Sung by: Neal Morris
Recorded in Timbo, AR 7/18/59
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I'm going away for a while--
But I'll return to you, my love,
Though I go ten thousand miles.
The sun may dry up the ocean,
Heaven may cease to be,
This earth may lose its motion, love,
Should I prove false to thee.
"Oh, who will shoe your pretty little feet?
Who will glove your hand?
And who will kiss your sweet little lips,
While I'm in a foreign land?"
"Father will shoe my pretty little feet,
Mother will glove my hand,
And you may kiss my sweet ruby lips
When you return again."
"Who will comb your long yellow hair,
Who will pay your fee?
And who will father your sweet little babes,
While I'm on the raging sea?"
"Mother will comb my long yellow hair,
Father will pay my fee,
And there will be no sweet little babes
While you're away from me.
"Night wind, go tell my sailor boy
That I still wait in the dell.
I'd love to feel his fond embrace;
I'm the lass of Loch Royal."
Also found in Child, #76, "The Lass of Roch Royal"; Randolph, Vol. I, #18, "Oh Who Will Shoe My Foot?"; Brown, Vol. II, #22, "The Lass of Roch Royal"; Belden, p. 480, "The False True-Lover."