he may know Where I am sleeping And perhaps he'll weep for me Well, tomorrow was to be Our wedding day But oh my god Where can he be? He's out a courting
an evil, you speak with a hate You speak for the devil that haunts me For, is she not the fairest in all the broad land? Your sorcerer?s words are to
I am a poor wayfaring stranger Traveling through this world of woe But there?s no sickness, toil or danger In that bright land to which I go Well, I?
it wrong May make you mad But I mean no harm It?s just about the renters On Penny?s farm It?s a hard time in the country Down on Penny?s farm Go into
If you see them father Please tell them I?m a poor mourning pilgrim Bound for Canaan land Well, I weep and I moan And I move slowly on I?m a poor mourning
are you on, boys? Which side are you on? My daddy was a miner He's now in the air and sun He'll be with you fellow workers Until the battle's won Which
Said, "Soldier, now soldier Would you marry me before the fight comes on?" "How can I marry such a pretty little girl When I got no suit to put on?"
taking a drink That night before he went to bed Not thinking of the danger That crowned all over his head Young Edward said to his father ?Let?s take
For I have but a moment?s time They say that you?re married To a house carpenter And your heart shall never be mine Well I could have married The king?s daughter
he may know where I am sleeping and perhaps he?ll weep for me well, tomorrow was to be our wedding day but oh my god where can he be? he?s out a courting
with an evil you speak with a hate you speak for the devil that haunts me for is she not the fairest in all the broad land? your sorcerer?s words are
think it wrong may make you mad but I mean no harm it?s just about the renters on Penny?s farm it?s a hard time in the country down on Penny?s farm
taking a drink that night before he went to bed not thinking of the danger that crowned all over his head young Edward said to his father, ?let?s take
A woman of beauty a woman of pain in France or Jakarta her shadow?s the same you go home with Sally Ann you go home with Sally Ann you go home a woman
I am a poor wayfaring stranger travelling through this world of woe but there?s no sickness, toil or danger in that bright land to which I go well
Said, ?soldier, now soldier would you marry me before the fight comes on?? ?how can I marry such a pretty little girl when I got no suit to put on??
Well, I lived in a town way down south by the name of Owensboro and I worked in a mill with the rest of the ?trash? as we?re often called as you know
I have but a moment?s time they say that you?re married to a house carpenter and your heart shall never be mine? ?well I could have married the king?s daughter