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GO BRING ME BACK MY BLUE-EYED BOY

(trad./Carl Sandburg)

CARL SANDBURG


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NOTE: On the EAST ORANGE TAPE, Feb-Mar 1961, Bob Dylan performs a fragment of a song, breaking off after one line.

Despite the brevity of his rendition, it is likely that the song Dylan was about to perform is that listed on p. 324 of Carl Sandburg's The American Songbag, San Diego, New York, London, 1990 (originally published in 1927), a variant of 'Railroad Boy' aka 'The Butcher's Boy' aka 'London City' (Sandburg, p. 324).


CARL SANDBURG:
Here too is a "sad-like" tune... And the words match the tune... The seventh verse is an addition by someone wanting a dash of horse sense to finish off the fatal childish romance...

Text A and the tune are from Frances Ries and text B, London City, from R. W. Gordon.

Carl Sandburg, The American Songbag, San Diego, New York, London, 1990 (originally published in 1927), p. 324.


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.


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