VERSE 1
George Collins went home on a cold winter night
George Collins went home, so fine
George Collins went home on a cold winter night
He taken sick and died
VERSE 2
An' when little Mary heard of this
She wept, she mourned, she cried
An' when little Mary heard of this
She laid her silk aside
VERSE 3
She followed him up, she followed him down
She followed him to his grave
She fell right down on 'er bended knees
She wept, she mourned, she prayed
VERSE 4
Take out th coffin, take off th lid
Lay back th linen, so fine
An' let me kiss his cold pale lips
For I'm sure he'll never kiss mine
VERSE 5
O daughter, O daughter, what makes you so
There's plenty more boys besides George
O Mother, O Mother, George has my heart
An' now he's dead and gone
VERSE 6
I'd ruther be like some little dove
That flies from vine to vine
Now, let me kiss his cold pale lips
For I'm sure he'll never kiss mine
VARIANTS:
1163 The Dying Hobo
1397 Jim Gayley
OTHER COLLECTIONS:
Child: 85 Lady Alice
Randolph: I-22 George Collins
Brown: II-28 Lady Alice
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