VERSE 1
O, dont you see that lonesome dove
That flies from vine to vine
He's mournin' for his own true love
Like I will mourn for mine
Like I will mourn for mine, my love
Believe me what I say
You are th darling of my heart
Until my dying day
VERSE 2
The crow is black, you know my love
Though it may turn to white
If ever I prove false to you
Bright day shall turn to night
Bright day shall turn to night, my love
Believe me what I say
You are the darling of my heart
Until my dying day
VARIANTS:
0511 Constant Friend
1462 The Blackest Crow
OTHER COLLECTIONS:
Randolph: IV-760 I Love You Well
Belden: p. 484 Banishment
Brown: III-262 The Slighted Girl
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