Bring Me Back My Blue-Eyed Boy

Carl Sandburg / Traditional

 East Orange tape, Home of Bob and Sid Gleason, East Orange NJ - February or March 1961  

Go bring me back my blue-eyed boy
[ Go bring my darling back to me
Go bring me back the one I love
And happy I will ever be.
Must I go bound while he goes free?
Must I love a man that don't love me?
Or must I act a childish part
And die for the one that broke my heart?

Late one night when her father come home
Inquiring where his daughter had gone
He went upstairs and the lock he broke
And found her hanging by a rope.

He drew his knife and he cut her down
He drew his knife and he cut her down
He drew his knife and he cut her down
Upon her breast these words he found.

Go dig my grave, go dig it deep
Go dig my grave, go dig it deep
Go dig my grave, go dig it deep
And plant a rose at my head and feet.

Upon my breast a turtle dove
Upon my breast a turtle dove
Upon my breast a turtle dove
To show this world I died for love.

Around my grave go build a fence
Around my grave go build a fence
Around my grave go build a fence
To show this world I had no sense. ]