He Took A White Rose From Her Hair

Oh Willie, my Darling, come back
I will ever be faithful and true
Oh Willie, my Darling, come back
I’ll forever be faithful to you
I remember once that he said
He loved me better than his life
He called me his darling, his wife
Then asked me to be his own bride
Oh Darling, he said, I am sure
Your heart is made of a stone
He took a white rose from my hair
Then left me a-standing alone
Oh Willie, my Darling, come back
I will ever be faithful and true
Oh Willie, my Darling, come back
I’ll forever be faithful to you
The next day poor Willie was dead
He was found in the pond near the mill
Oh the clear precious waters so fair
That flows from the brinks of the hill
His blue eyes were forever closed
And damp was his golden hair
And close to his pale lips was found
The white rose which he took from my hair
Oh Willie, my Darling, come back
I will ever be faithful and true
Oh Willie, my Darling, come back
I’ll forever be faithful to you