On the banks of the D, G, Driver where the willows hang D, G, Ddown
And the wild birds all Hm, Gwarble with a low moaning D, G, Dsound
Down in the Hm, Ghollow where the waters run []cold
It was there I first C, Glistened to the lies that you D, G, Dtold
Now I lie on my bed and I can see her sweet face
The past I remember time cannot erase
The letter you wrote me it was written in shame
And I know that your conscience still echoe's my name
Now the nights are so long Lord sorrow runs deep
And nothing is worse htan a night without sleep
I'll walk out alone and look at the sky
To empty to sing to lonesome to cry
If the ladies were blackbirds and the ladies wore thrushes
I'd lie there for hours in the chilly cold marshes
If the ladies were squirrel's with high bushy talls
I'd fill up gun with rock salt and nails
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