A Roker Boy came here one night
and found his house without a light
He struck a match to go to bed
when a sudden thought came into his head
He went into his daughter's room
and found her hanging from a beam
He took his knife and cut her down
and on her breast these words he found
My love was for a Roker Boy
who smoked his dagga just for joy
So dig my grave and dig it deep
and plant some dagga at my feet
And on my breast a turtle dove
to show the world I died for love
Now all young Sheilas bear in mind
a Roker's love is hard to find
If you find one good and true
never change it for a new.
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