The Blackest Crow

Cat. #1462 (MFH #107) - As sung by Fleecy and Benson Fox, Leslie, Arkansas on September 18, 1972

VERSE 1
The time draws near, my dearest dear
When you and I shall part
But grief an' woe, you soon must know
Of my poor trialed heart

VERSE 2
I wish that I, could go with you
Or you could tarry here
Your company, my dearest dear
So charming unto me

VERSE 3
It makes me think, when you're away
That every day's, three
That every day is three, true love
An' every hour is ten

VERSE 4
It makes me weep, when I should sleep
An' say, I've lost a friend
Th blackest crow, my dearest dear
It soon shall turn to white

VERSE 5
If ever I, prove false to you
Bright days shall turn to night
Bright day shall turn to my true love
The aim, it shall mourn

VERSE 6
If ever I, prove false to you
Th rugged sea shall burn

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