align="justify"> Oh! afar I will roam, till I'm laid with the dead;
I care nought where my poor body do lie.
Alice Gray
She's all my fancy painted her,
She «s lovely, she» s divine,
But her heart it is another's,
She never can be mine;
Yet lov «d I as man never lov» d,
A love without decay,
Oh! my heart, my heart is breaking
For the love of Alice Gray!
Chorus
Oh my heart, my heat is breaking,
For the love of Alice Gray.
Her dark brown hair is braided
O'er a brow of spotless white;
Her soft blue eye now languishes,
Now flashes with delight;
Her hair is braided not for me,
The eye is turned away;
Yet my heart, my heart is breaking
For the love of Alice Gray.
Chorus
I «ve sunk beneath the summer» s sun,
And trembled in the blast;
But my pilgrimage is nearly done,
The weary conflict's past;
And when the green sod wraps my grave,
Oh, his heart, his heart is broken
For the love of Alice Gray.
Chorus
Рloughboy
You constant lovers give attention
While a tale to you I tell,
Concerning of two lovers true,
Who in one house for years did dwell:
Rosetta was a farmer's daughter,
And always was her parents 'joy,
Till Cupid in a snare had caught her,
With her father's gay ploughboy.
At break of day each summer's morning
William for his horses went,
And as he viewed bright Phoebus dawning,
He would listen with content
To the voice of sweet Rosetta,
Which charmed young Williams heart with joy
With voice so shrill she loved young Will,
Who was her father's gay plough boy.
She sat and sung of her sweet William,
As she milked her spotted cow;
And he would sigh for his Rosetta
All the day while at the plough;
And as evening did approach,
Rosetta tript along with joy,
With voice so shrill, to meet young Will,
Who was her father's gay ploughboy.
Her father came into the dairy,
While she sung her tale of love,
He fixed his eyes to her surprise,
And swore by all the powers above
That he was told...
