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I wish my baby it was born And smiling on his daddy's knee And I poor girl was in my grave With the long green grass a-growing all over me O grief, o grief and I'll tell you why Because she has more gold than I He takes this young girl on his knee And he tells her tales that he won't tell me
I wish my baby it-e-was born Lying smiling on its father's knee And I was dead and in my grave And green grass growing all over me
Died for Love / There Is a Tavern / A Brisk Young Sailor (Roud 60; Laws P25; G/D 6:1170)
Joseph Taylor sings Died for Love