Cat. #0037 (MFH #345) - As sung by Virgil Lance, Mountain Home, Arkansas on February 18, 1958
VERSE 1
O, do not weep, sweet lovely Jane
Come dry your tearful eyes
I will return to you again
Unless, your true love dies
VERSE 2
She wet my lips with flowing tears
And then I kissed her hand
Farewell, farewell, sweet lovely Jane
I must leave for a far off land
VERSE 3
Far three long years, I labored hard
A layin' up some wealth
I lived on bread and salty lard
But I never lost my health
VERSE 4
I loaded up my trunk with gold
An' then I thought of Jane
An' also in an hour or so
I was on th boundin' main
VERSE 5
Fer eight long weeks, we sailed along
All on th foamy deep
I thought one day, we were all lost
Our Captain was asleep
VERSE 6
We hove in sight of land at last
Of our old native town
Th Captain shouted out, alright
Now, take th riggin' down
VERSE 7
I spied a crowd of lovely girls
Come walkin' to th ship
I spied sweet Jane, with all her curls
An' then I begin to skip
VERSE 8
I ran an' met her on th walk
My soul was filled with charm
So full of joy, that we could not talk
But I caught her in my arms
VERSE 9
We walked up and down th streets
Unto her Fathers door
An' everything looked nice an' neat
While standing on th floor
VERSE 10
Th parson read th marriage vows
Which bound us both for life
Now, Jane is mine, without a flaw
A sweet an' lovely wife