Chris Foster - The Grey Cock | Текст песни

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• The Grey Cock

As sung by Mrs. Cecilia Costello, Birmingham 1951

I must be going no longer staying,
The burning Thames I have to cross
I must be guided without a stumble
Into the arms of my dear lass

When he came to his true love's window
He knelt down gently on a stone
And it's through a pane he whispered slowly
It's my dear girl are you alone?

She rose her head from her down-soft pillow
And snowy were her milk-white breasts
Saying: Who's there, who's there at my bedroom window
Disturbing me from my long night's rest?

Oh, I'm your lover and don't discover
I pray you rise, love, and let me in
For I am fatigued from my long night's journey
Besides I am wet into the skin.

Now this young girl rose and put on her clothing
She quickly let her own true love in
Oh they kissed, shook hands and embraced together
Till that long night was near an end

O Willie dear, O dearest Willie
Where is that colour you'd some time ago?
O Mary dear, the grave has changed me
I'm but the ghost of your Willie O.

Then O cock, O cock, O handsome cockerel,
I pray you not crow until it is day
And your wings I'll make of the very first beaten gold
And your neck I'll make of the silver grey

But the cock it crew and it crew so fully
It crew three hours before it was day
And before it was day, my love had to leave me
Not by the light of the moon or the light of day

Then it's Willie dear, O dearest Willie,
Whenever shall I see you again?
When the fish they fly love, and the sea runs dry, love
And the rocks they melt in the heat of the sun.

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