Cat. #0677 (MFH #363) - As sung by Tom Aley, Ozark, Missouri on February 8, 1969
VERSE 1
Hark, ye hear th lassies cry
Down by th sea where th reeds grow high
Cry'in over th bones of a man who's dead
Who last night slept in my ain bed
VERSE 2
I come home quite suddenly
He was lie'n in th bed where I ought'a be
Well, how do you like your featherbed
An' how d' you like your bein dead
VERSE 3
It's well, very well that I like your bed
But never would I like my be'in dead
He drew a knife an' sprang t' floor
I stabbed 'im an' he sprang no more
VERSE 4
Killed 'im with my bloody knife
An' now m'st kill my own true life
Hark, ye hear th lassies cry
Down by th sea where th reeds grow high