Cat. #0393 (MFH #623) - As sung by Jack Little, Osceola, Arkansas on August 19, 1959
VERSE 1
There was a fine ship started out on th sea
Cryin', O th lonesome low
There was a fine ship started out on th sea
She went by th name of th Green Willow Tree
While sailin' in th low lands, lonesome low
While sailin' in th low land sea
VERSE 2
She had'nt been on sea more than a week or three
Cryin', O th lonesome low
She had'nt been on sea more than a week or three
When she was over taken by th Turkish Revillie
While sailin' in th low land, lonesome low
While sailin' in th low land sea
VERSE 3
Up stepped th captain, what shall we do
Cryin', O th lonesome low
Up stepped th captain, what shall we do
She'll over take us, cut us intwo
She'll sink us in th low land, lonesome low
She'll sink us in th low land sea
VERSE 4
Up stepped th cabin boy, what'll you give me
Cryin', O th lonesome low
Up stepped th cabin boy, what'll you give me
If I'll go an' sink that Turkish Revillie
I'll sink 'er in th low land, lonesome low
I'll sink 'er in th low land sea
VERSE 5
O, it's I'll give you gold an' it's I'll give to thee
Cryin', O th lonesome low
O, it's I'll give you gold an' it's I'll give to thee
My eldest daughter, thy wedded wife to be
While sailin' in th low land, lonesome low
While sailin' in th low land sea
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 for th Turkish Revillie
While sailin' in th low land, lonesome low
While sailin' in th low land sea
VERSE 7
He dived underneath an' 'e went to his work
Cryin', O th lonesome low
He dived underneath an' 'e went to his work
He bored nine holes an' he bored 'em in a jerk
He sank 'er in th low land, lonesome low
He sank 'er in th low land sea
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 sailin' in th low land, lonesome low
While sailin' in th low land sea
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' won't you be as good as your word
While sailin' in th low land, lonesome low
While sailin' in th low land sea
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 sailin' in th low land, lonesome low
While sailin' in th low land sea
VERSE 11
If it was'nt for respect that I have for your crew
Cryin', O th lonesome low
If it was'nt for respect that I have for your crew
I'd take time an' I 'd sink you too
I'd sink you in th low land, lonesome low
I'd sink you in th low land sea
VERSE 12
He fell upon his breast an' away swam he
Cryin', O th lonesome low
He fell upon his breast an' away swam he
He bid farewell to th Green Willow Tree
While sailin' in th low land, lonesome low
While sailin' in th low land sea