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SR6AB page 2 R: Some takened him by his golden beautiful curls Some taken him by his feet And threw him in Aunt Jane's well Where the water was cold and deep (laughter) P: It's reallypretty. N: That's as bad as P: That is really pretty. R: She got rid of him, though didn't she? P: Yeah. R: P: Don't fool around. R: He ought nought:to told her that she loved somebody else the best; she killed him. P: Yep. My mom said that that's a pretty ballad. N: It is a pretty ballad. That's an old one, too. And I used to know one that they'd sing about, but I don't know it and I can't remember, it's Oh, don't you see that pretty little dove A sitting in yonder pine '// t / : /:/ ./ CI. / ,. She's mourning for her own true love Just like I morn for mine r Oh, who oh who, will be your friend' : : And who will glove your lilly white hand And who will kiss your rosey lips When I am in a foreign land My father he will my friend My sister will glove my lilly white hand My mother'll kiss my rosey lips When you are in a foreign land And I don't know the outcome of that. See, I don't even know what it's called. P: I love that.