Turkish Revillie- Little (AR) 1959 Hunter REC
[From the Max Hunter Collection. Minor editing for spelling and punctuation.]
TURKISH REVILLIE- As sung by Jack Little, Osceola, Arkansas on August 19, 1959
Listen: http://maxhunter.missouristate.edu/songinformation.aspx?ID=0393
There was a fine ship started out on the sea
Cryin', O the lonesome low
There was a fine ship started out on the sea
She went by the name of the Green Willow Tree
While sailin' in the low lands, lonesome low
While sailin' in the low land sea.
She hadn't been on sea more than a week or three
Cryin', O the lonesome low
She hadn't been on sea more than a week or three
When she was over taken by the Turkish Revillie
While sailin' in the low land, lonesome low
While sailin' in the low land sea.
Up stepped the captain, what shall we do
Cryin', O the lonesome low
Up stepped the captain, what shall we do
She'll over take us, cut us in two
She'll sink us in the low land, lonesome low
She'll sink us in the low land sea
Up stepped the cabin boy, what'll you give me
Cryin', O the lonesome low
Up stepped the cabin boy, what'll you give me
If I'll go an' sink that Turkish Revillie
I'll sink 'er in the low land, lonesome low
I'll sink 'er in the low land sea.
O, it's I'll give you gold an' it's I'll give to thee
Cryin', O the lonesome low
O, it's I'll give you gold an' it's I'll give to thee
My eldest daughter, thy wedded wife to be
While sailin' in the low land, lonesome low
While sailin' in the low land sea
He fell upon his breast an' away swam he
Cryin', O the lonesome low
He fell upon his breast an' away swam he
He set his course for the Turkish Revillie
While sailin' in the low land, lonesome low
While sailin' in the low land sea
He dived underneath an' he went to his work
Cryin', O the lonesome low
He dived underneath an' he went to his work
He bored nine holes an' he bored 'em in a jerk
He sank 'er in the low land, lonesome low
He sank 'er in the low land sea
He fell upon his breast an' away swam he
Cryin', O the lonesome low
He fell upon his breast an' away swam he
He set his course for the Green Willow Tree
While sailin' in the low land, lonesome low
While sailin' in the low land sea
Captain, O captain, won't you take me on board
Cryin', O the lonesome low
Captain, O captain, won't you take me on board
An' won't you be as good as your word
While sailin' in the low land, lonesome low
While sailin' in the low land sea
No kind sir, I won't take you on board
Cryin', O the lonesome low
No kind sir, I won't take you on board
Neither will I be as good as my word
While sailin' in the low land, lonesome low
While sailin' in the low land sea
If it wasn't for respect that I have for your crew
Cryin', O the lonesome low
If it wasn't for respect that I have for your crew
I'd take time an' I'd sink you too
I'd sink you in the low land, lonesome low
I'd sink you in the low land sea
He fell upon his breast an' away swam he
Cryin', O the lonesome low
He fell upon his breast an' away swam he
He bid farewell to the Green Willow Tree
While sailin' in the low land, lonesome low
While sailin' in the low land sea