Part 2 — No 88 WILLY COOMBE

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.