This tune is probably from 19th century England.
Sailor Boy
It was early, early all in the spring
When my own lover went to serve the King
The night was dark and the wind was high
That's when I lost my poor sailor boy
Oh Father won't you build me a boat
So on the ocean wide that I may float
To watch the tall ships as they sail by
So I might enquire for my sailor boy
Oh captain, captain come tell me true
Is my own lover there on board with you
What kind of clothes does your lover wear
And what's the colour of your true love's hair
He wears a suit all of the royal blue
And you might know him, his heart is true
His hair is gold as the ripening corn
That the wind blows through on a summer morn
You're own true lover , he is not here
On that far island that does not appear
On that far island, as we passed by
That's where we lost your fine sailor boy
So drape my coffin in deepest black
A marble stone raise at my head and back
And on my gravestone a pure white dove
To tell the world I died for love.
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