Cat. #0794 (MFH #601) - As sung by Ollie Gilbert, Mountain View, Arkansas on June 25, 1969
VERSE 1
They say it is sinful to flirt
Heart is make of stone
They told me to speak 'im kind
An' leave th poor boy alone
VERSE 2
Why do they call 'im, my boy
I'm sure his older than I
Why don't they leave us alone
How happy together we'll be
VERSE 3
One moning, one morning, Willie said,
He loved me much better than life
He called me his darl'n, his bride
An' asked me to be his wife
VERSE 4
O Willie, O Willie, my one
I'm afraid I'll have to say no,
But I'll give you my hand with a smile
Saying, Willie my love, you may go
VERSE 5
O Lily, O Lily, he cried
Your heart is made of stone
He took th white rose from her hair
An' left 'er standing alone
VERSE 6
Next morn'in they found Willie dead
Deep down, by th side of th mill
Where th trials o' th water had flown
Flown from th top of th hill
VERSE 7
His pale blue eyes ever had closed
An' th dimple of his cheeks, so fair
In crease of his lips had formed
White rose that he taken from her hair
VERSE 8
O Willie, O Willie, come back
Always be lov'in an' true
O Willie, O Willie, come back
I'll always be faithful to you