Cat. #0061 (MFH #623) - As sung by Mrs. Allie Long Parker, Eureka Springs, Arkansas on April 14, 1958
VERSE 1
There was a ship sailed for North Amer-e-key
Crying, o th low, th low-land low
There was a ship sailed for North America
An' it went by th name of th Turkish Sugarlee
While sailing in th low-land, lone-so-low
VERSE 2
They had not been sailing more than three weeks or more
O, th low, th low-land low
They had not been sailing more than two weeks or three
Till they came in sight of th Golden Willow Tree
While their sailin' in th low-land, lone-so-low
VERSE 3
Up stepped a sailor boy saying, what will you give me?
Crying, o th low, th low-land low
Up stepped a sailor boy saying, what will you give me?
If I will sink th Golden Willow Tree
While we'er sailing in th low-land, lone-so-low
VERSE 4
I will give you silver an' I will set you free
Crying, o th low, th low-land low
I will give you silver an' I will set you free
And besides my eldest daughter shall be married unto thee
While we'er sailing in th low-land, lone-so-low
VERSE 5
He sprang upon his breast an' away swam he
Crying, o th low, th low-land low
He sprang upon his breast an' away swam he
An' he soon overtook th Golden Willow Tree
While their sailing in th low-land, lone-so-low
VERSE 6
He had a little aguar just fitted for th use
Crying, o th low, th low-land low
He had a little aguar jest fitted for th use
And he bored nine holes and let in th juice
While their sailing in th low-land, lone-so-low
VERSE 7
Some with their hats and some with their caps
Crying, o th low, th low-land low
Some with their hats an' some with their caps
A tryin' to stop those awful water gaps
While their sailing in th low-land, lone-so-low
VERSE 8
Turned upon his breast an' away swam he
Crying, o th low, th low-land low
Turned upon his breast an' away swam he
An' he soon overtook th Turkish Sugarlee
While sailin' in th low-land, lone-so-low
VERSE 9
Captain, o captain, won't you take me on board
Crying, o th low, th low-land low
Captain, o captain, won't you take me on board
Or ither won't you be as good as your word
While we'er sailing in th low-land, lone-so-low
VERSE 10
No sir, no sir, I won't take you on board
Crying, o th low, th low-land low
No sir, no sir, I won't take you on board
Nor ither will I be as good as my word
While we'er sailing in th low-land, lone-so-low
VERSE 11
If it was'nt for the respect that I have for your men
Crying, o th low, th low-land low
If it was'nt for th respect that I have for your men
I'd serve you jest like I served them
I'd sink you in th low-land, lone-so-low
VERSE 12
He turned upon his back an' down sank he
Crying, o th low, th low-land low
He turned upon his back and down sank he
Crying, o my brave sailor boys I'm drownding in th sea
Drownding in th low-land, lone-so-low