Who Is That at My False Window

Cat. #1405 (MFH #589) - As sung by Fred High, High, Arkansas on

VERSE 1
O, who is that at my false window
A making of such pitiful moan
O, who can it be but loveli Willie
Jest escaping from a storm

VERSE 2
O, Mary dear, go ask your Mother
If my wedding bride that you shall be
If she says no, return an' tell me
And I no more, will trouble thee

VERSE 3
O, Willie dear, go court some other
An' whisper love all in her ear
My Mother says, she cain't do without me
My Mother says, she needs me here

VERSE 4
O, Mary dear, go ask your Father
If my wedding bride that you shall be
If he says no, return an' tell me
An' I no more, will trouble thee

VERSE 5
O Willie, dear, I dare not ask him
He sleeps, he sleeps, an' takes his rest
In his right hand, he holds a weepon
For t' kill th man that I love best

VERSE 6
Then Willie picked up th silver dagger
An' he pierced it thru his own white breast
A-dieu, a-dieu, a-dieu kind Mary
Your love Willie, has gone to rest

VERSE 7
Then, Mary picked up th silver dagger
An' she pierced it thru her own white breast
A-dieu, a-dieu, a-dieu kind parents
My love Willie and I, have gone to rest

VERSE 8
When their parents came to know this
They strifed both night an' day
Says, see what a cruel deed we've done
We've robbed th life of two precious jewels
Whose body now lies mouldering in their tomb

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