Cat. #0519 (MFH #623) - As sung by Oliva Hauser, Farmington, Arkansas on July 5, 1960
VERSE 1
There was a fine ship started out on th sea
Cryin', O th lonesome low
Well, there was a fine ship started out on th sea
Went by th name of th Green Willow Tree
While sailing in th lowlands, lonesome, low
While sailing in th lowland low
VERSE 2
She was'nt on th sea more than a week or three
Cryin', O th lonesome low
She was'nt on th sea more than a week or three
When she was overtaken by th Turkish Revillie
While sailing in th lowlands, lonesome, low
While sailing in th lowland low
VERSE 3
Up stepped th Captain, O what shall we do
Cryin', O th lonesome low
Up stepped th Captain, O what shall we do
She'll overtake us, cut us into
While sailing in th lowlands, lonesome, low
While sailing in th lowland low
VERSE 4
Up stepped th cabin boy, what'll you give to me
Cryin', O th lonesome low
Up stepped th cabin boy, what'll you give to me
If I'll go an' sink that Turkish Revillie
While sailing in th lowlands, lonesome, low
While sailing in th lowland low
VERSE 5
O, it's, I will give you gold an' it's I will give to thee
Cryin', O th lonesome low
O, it's, I will give you gold an' it's I will give to thee
My eldest daughter, your wedded bride shall be
While sailing in th lowlands, lonesome, low
While sailing in th lowland low
VERSE 6
He fell upon his breast an' away swam he
Cryin', O th lonesome low
He fell upon his breast an' away swam he
He set his course fo th Turkish Revillie
While sailing in th lowlands, lonesome, low
While sailing in th lowland low
VERSE 7
He dove beneath an' there he went to work
Cryin', O th lonesome low
He dove beneath an' there he went to work
He bored nine holes an' he bored 'em in a jerk
While sailing in th lowlands, lonesome, low
While sailing in th lowland low
VERSE 8
He fell upon his breast an' away swam he
Cryin', O th lonesome low
He fell upon his breast an' away swam he
He set his course for th Green Willow Tree
While sailing in th lowlands, lonesome, low
While sailing in th lowland low
VERSE 9
Captain, O Captain, won't you take me on board
Cryin', O th lonesome low
Captain, O Captain, won't you take me on board
An' will you be as good as your word
While sailing in th lowlands, lonesome, low
While sailing in th lowland low
VERSE 10
No kind sir, I won't take you on board
Cryin', O th lonesome low
No kind sir, I won't take you on board
Neither will I be as good as my word
While sailing in th lowlands, lonesome, low
While sailing in th lowland low
VERSE 11
If it wasn't for the respect I have for your crew
Cryin', O th lonesome low
If it wasn't for the respect I have for your crew
Well, I'd take time an' I'd sink you too
While sailing in th lowlands, lonesome, low
While sailing in th lowland low
VERSE 12
Then he fell upon his breast an' away swam he
Cryin', O th lonesome low
Then he fell upon his breast an' away swam he
He bid farewell to th Green Willow Tree
While sailing in th lowlands, lonesome, low
While sailing in th lowland low