Young Barber- Augot (NL) 1930 Karpeles A
[My title. From Folk Songs from Newfoundland; 1934 version A;
R. Matteson 2015]
A. [Young Barber] WILLIE o' WINSBURY --sung by Mrs. Janie Augot at Rencontre, Fortune Bay, 18th July, 1930.
As she was looking over her father's castle wall
When she saw a ship sailing in.
Dear daughter, dear daughter, the father did say,
What makes you look so pale and wan ?
You look like you've had a fit of sickness
Or been lying with some young man. [bis]
Dear father, dear father, the daughter did say,
It's no wonder for me to look pale and wan,
For all the troubles of my poor heart,
My true love is long at sea.
Is he any lord, duke or noble man,
Or a man of high degree,
Or is he one of our seven sea-boys
That ploughs o'er the raging sea?
He is no lord, duke or noble man,
Nor a man of high degree,
But he is one of our seven sea-boys
That ploughs o'er the raging sea.
Dear daughter, dear daughter, the father did say,
It's truth you're telling unto me,
For tomorrow morning at eight o'clock
It is hang-ed he will surely be.
Dear father, dear father, the daughter did say,
It's truth you're telling unto me,
For if you hang my own true love
You won't get no good of me.
Her father called down his seven sea-boys,
By one, by two, by three,
And sweet Willie that always used to be the first
But the last came down was he.
He came down, he came tripping down,
He was cloth-ed all in silk,
His cheeks was of the roses red,
His skin was as white as the milk.
Dear daughter, dear daughter, the father did say,
It's no wonder that thanks must be,
For if I was a woman instead of a man
I would die for the love of he.
Will you marry my daughter, he says,
And take her by the hand?
And you can come and live with me
And be heir over all my land.
I will marry your daughter, he says,
And take her by the hand,
But I won't come to live with you
Nor a fig for none of your land.
If you can give her one guinea,
I can give her thirty-three,
Although you calls me the young Barber
That ploughs o'er the raging sea.