I was born in East Virginia North Carolina, I did go There I met the fairest maiden Her name and age I did not know Her hair it was a light brown color
The cuckoo is a pretty bird, she sings as she flies She brings us the tidings and tells us no lies She feeds on the pretty flowers in the spring of the
Go tell Aunt Rhodie Go tell Aunt Rhodie Go tell Aunt Rhodie That the old gray goose is dead The one she's been saving The one she's been saving The one
Me father was the keeper of the Eddystone Light And corded a mermaid one fine night From this union there came free A porpoise and a porgy and the other
I've got a home in that rock, don't you see? I've got a home in that rock, don't you see? Between the earth and sky I thought I heard my Savior cry You
On a Monday I was arrested On a Tuesday I was locked up in jail On a Wednesday my trial was tested On a Thursday nobody to give my bail Lord it's all
Poor Liza, poor girl, oh Liza Jane Poor Liza, poor girl, she died on the train You go down the new cut road I'll go down the lane You can hug an old
We are almost down to the shore Peter, Peter on the sea Drop your nets and follow me We are almost down to the shore Fight on, fight on Children don
We will rally round the flag, boys, rally once again Shouting the battle cry of freedom We will rally from the hillside, gather from the plain Shouting
As I was out riding one morning for pleasure I spied a young cowboy-a riding along His hat was throw'd back and his spurs were jingling And as he was
Oh, sinner man, where you're gonna run to all on that day? Oh, sinner man, where you're gonna run to? Oh, sinner man, where you're gonna run to? Oh,
Train time man, train time, train time I'm a depot man, I go down to the depot Early in the morning 'fore the sun come up I ain't joking man and I wait
I'm gonna lay down my sword and shield Down by the riverside and study war no more Down by the riverside I'm gonna lay my burden down Down by the riverside
Who's gonna make up my dyin' bed when I die? Who's gonna make up my dyin' bed when I die? Who's gonna make up my dyin' bed? Who's gonna make up my dyin
Well, when I'm on my journey don't you weep after me When I'm on my journey don't you weep after me, try it When I'm on my journey don't you weep after
The keeper did a hunting go Under his cloak he carried a bow All for a shoot, a merry little doe Among the leaves so green, oh Jacky boy (Master) Sing
My Lord, what a morning My Lord, what a morning My Lord, what a morning When the stars begin to fall Oh, sinner what will you do Oh, sinner what will
I woke up this mornin' with my mind My mind, it was stayed on freedom I woke up this mornin' with my mind My mind, it was stayed on freedom I woke up
