No 84 Down by a River Side
C.J.S.
1
Down by a River-side,
A fair maid I espied,
Lamenting for her own true love;
Lamenting, crying, sighing, dying;
Dying for her own true love.
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Did you not promise me,
That I your wife should be?
Yet I deserted here must mourn;
I who believed, now bereaved, grieved;
I who believed, now bereaved, tarry here in tears forlorn.
3
Dry up your briny tears,
And banish all your fears,
For faithful I to you will prove;
So now she’s singing, clinging, Church Bells ringing,
So now she’s singing, Church bells ringing, married to her own true love.