Bright Phoebe Bright Phoebe was my true love's name As fair a girl as ever was seen As fair a girl as ever was seen If you'd travel the wide world over She and I, we did agree That married in shortly we would be As soon as I returned from sea We would settle that solemn bargain But before I did return from sea My lovely damsel they had slain from me The pride and glory of my heart In the cold grave lies molderin' I am forsaken, I am forlorn I wish to God I'd 'a' never been born I'd died before the billows' roar Since fortune have proved uncruel I will go down to some silent place Where no other man shall behold my face I'll spend the remainder of my days Lamenting for bright Phoebe traditional Newfoundland AJS apr97
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