Sung by: Berry Sutterfield
Recorded in Big Flat, AR 8/20/59

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Soldier's life is a very hard life,
Causes a many a one to lose their life.
Causes a many a one to weep and to mourn
The loss of a true love, never to return.

Dark is the color of my true love's hair,
His cheeks are as the lilies fair,
Come home now and give me joy,
For none can I love but my sweet soldier boy.

"Captain, Captain, tell me true,
My sweet soldier boy has sailed with you."
"Oh, kind miss, he is not here--
He has been dead about some five years."

She run her boat up on a rock.
She act like a lady that her heart was broke.
She wrung her hands, she tore her hair,
She act like a lady in deep despair.

"Set me a chair to set upon,
A pen and ink to write it down."
At the end of every line she drops a tear;
At the end of every verse she cries, "Oh, my dear!

"Go dig my grave both wide and deep,
And put a marble stone at my head and my feet,
And on my breast a snow-white dove,
To show to this world that I died for love."

All Songs Recorded by John Quincy Wolf, Jr., unless otherwise noted

The John Quincy Wolf Folklore Collection
Lyon College, Batesville, Arkansas
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