Cat. #0334 (MFH #635) - As sung by George Lay, Fayetteville, Arkansas on May 23, 1959
VERSE 1
And he came before his own parents door
His long yellow hair, for ta comb
Say brother, can you toss th ball
Or can you roll a stone
No, say brother, I'm to little and I'm to young
Go'way and let me alone
VERSE 2
He pulled his knife, all from his side
And he pierced it into his little brothers side
And out th blood did pour
VERSE 3
He tore his shirt off from his back
He ripped it from gore to gore
And he bound up those bleeding wounds
But still they bled th more
VERSE 4
Say brother, go and dig my grave
Go dig it long and deep
There a marble stone to my head and feet
Where none, no sound, no sleep
VERSE 5
Say brother, now when you go home
My Father will ask for me
O say, tell 'im I'm alone with my little school mates
So early I'll be at home
VERSE 6
Say brother, now when you go home
My Mother will ask for me
O say, tell 'er I'm gone to England
My long, long lesson for ta learn
VERSE 7
Say brother, now when you go home
My sister will ask for me
O say, tell 'er I'm lying in my own grave cold
So, no more she'll see of me
VERSE 8
She'll harve th birds all from their nest
And th mulberrys off of th tree
And she'll harve little fishes all out of th sea
And her own brother out'a his tomb