Come in, Come in my father dear,
And spend this hour with me.
For I have a meal and very fine meal.
I fixed it up for thee, thee
I fixed it up for thee.
No I aint coming in,
No I aint coming in.
To spend this hour with thee.
For I have to go down in the mines.
Ill return this night to thee, thee
Ill return this night to thee.
She got her arrow and her bow,
her arrow and her string.
And she went down to the forest deep,
And sweetly she did sing, sing.
And sweetly she did sing.
Up spoke, up spoke, a mockingjay
Up from a willow tree
Saying you have a father in the mines
Whos gone this day from thee, thee.
Whos gone this day from thee
Woe be, woe be, mockingjay
Woe be, woe be, to thee
Ill send an arrow through your heart
For to bring such news to me, me.
For to bring such news to me.
Up spoke, up spoke, that mockingjay
Dont waste your time with me.
Go home and mind that pretty little girl
Her father no more to see, see.
Her father no more to see.
And she went home to her house that night,
That house so cold and mean.
And she held her sister close to her side,
And never more did sing, sing.
and never more did sing.
Artist: Lucy Rose
Artist: Public Image Limited
Artist: Bizzy Bone