PINERY BOY [Italian translation]

“O father, O father, build me a boat

Then down the Wisconsin I may float

And every raft that I pass by

There I will inquire for my sweet pinery boy”

As she was rowing down the stream

She saw three rafts all in the string

And she hailed the pilot as they passed by

And there did she inquire for her sweet pinery boy

“O pilot, O pilot, tell me true

Is my sweet Willie among your crew?

O tell me quick and give me joy

For none other will I have but my sweet pinery boy”

“O, auburn was the colour of his hair

And his eyes were blue and his cheeks were fair

And his lips were of a ruby fine

Ten thousand times they’ve met with mine”

“O dear, dear lady, he is not here

He has drowned in the dells, I fear

‘Twas at Lone Rock as we passed by

O there is where we left your sweet pinery boy”

She wrung her hands and tore her hair

Just like a lady in grave despair

She rowed her boat against Lone Rock

For a pinery boy her heart was broke

“Dig me a grave both long and deep,

Place a marble slab at my head and feet;

And on my breast a turtle dove

To let the world know that I died for love.

And at my feet a spreading oak

To let the world know that my heart was broke.”

• Artist:American Folk
• Album:http://terreceltiche.altervista.org/rogues-gallery-son-of-rogues-gallery/