I was born in E ast Virg inia
North Carol ina I did r oam.
There I m et a fair pretty ma iden;
Her name and a ge I do not kn ow.
Her hair it was of a b rightsome c olor
And her l ips of ruby r ed.
On her b reas t she wore white li lies;
There I l onged t o lay my h ead.
Well in my heart you a re my d arlin'
At my d oor you are welcome i n.
At my g ate I'll meet you my da rlin';
If your l ove I could only wi n.
I'd rather be in s ome dark h oller
Where the s un refused to s hine
Than to s ee y ou be another man's da rlin
And to k now t hat you'll never be mi ne.
Well in the night I'm d reaming about y ou
In the d ay I find no r est.
Just the t hough t of you my d arlin'
Sends aching p ains all through my b reast .
Well when I'm dead and i n my c offin
With my f eet turned toward the s un
Come and s it beside me da rlin'
Come and t hink on the way you d one.