| I was born in old Virginny |
| To North Carolina I did go; |
| I fell in love with a pretty fair maiden |
| And her name I did not know |
| Her hair was of some brightsome color |
| Her cheeks were of a rosy red |
| And in my heart I loved her dearly |
| Many a tear for her I shed |
| To my heart you are my darling |
| At my door you’re welcome in; |
| At my gate I’ll meet you my darling |
| Oh, if your love I could only win |
| When I am asleep I’m a-dreaming about you |
| When I’m awake I find no rest |
| And every moment seems like an hour |
| With aching pains all across my breast |
| I’d rather be in some dark valley |
| Where that sun don’t never shine |
| Than to see you another man’s darling |
| When I know that you should be mine |
| When I am dead and in my coffin |
| And my feet’s towards the sun |
| Come and sit beside me darling |
| Come and think on the way you done |