| lyric | 1. I was born in East Virgina,
North Carolina I did go,
And there I met a fair young maiden
her named and age I do not know.
2. Her hair, it was a light brown color;
And her cheeks were so ruby red.
On her breast she wore white lilies
Where I longed to lay my head.
3. When I sleep, I’m dreaming of you;
When I’m awake, I see no rest.
Minutes seem to me to be like hours,
With an aching pain all in my breast.
4. I’d rather be in some dark holler
Where the sun would never shine,
Than to see you with another
And to know you’d never be mine. |