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C. J. S. [Music]
1. 'Twas in the month of May, when flowers spring, / When pretty lambkins play, and thrushes sing. / When young men do resort / To walk about in sport / Not thinking any harm, at Crantock games.
2. Crantock and Newlyn men, all in one room, / The first mark that was made, it proved my doom. / My name is Willy Coombe, / Just twenty, in my bloom; / Just twenty in my bloom when I was shot.
3. 'Twas by a musket ball so swift did fly / Which pierced my body through, so I must die. / My brother swift did ride; / To Truro Town he hied. / Alas! alack-a-day, my cruel lot!
4. The surgeon said 'twas o'er, none could me cure, / Bleeding all night, great pains I did endure. / Coroner and jury true / My body well did view. / And from this wound I die at Crantock games.
5. Father, your son is dead, your sorrow bear / Mother, don't break your heart, O mother dear! / Sister, don't cry nor grieve, / It will not you relieve / No warning was I giv'n when I was shot.