Amerikansk folkemelodi - Tekst: Ukendt
l: Ev'ry night when the sun goes in,:l
ev'ry night when the sun goes in,
I hang down my head and mournful cry,
l: True love, don't weep, true love, don't mourn, :l
true love, don't weep nor mourn for me,
I'm going away to marble town.
l: I wish to the Lord that train would come, :l
I wish to the Lord that train would come,
to take me back to where I come from.
l: It's once my apron hung down low, :l
it's once my apron hung down low,
he'd follow me through sleet and snow.
l: It's now my apron's to my chin, :l
it's now my apron's to my chin,
he'll face my door and won 't come in.
l: I wish to the Lord my babe was bom, :l
I wish to the Lord my babe was bom,
a-sitting upon his papa's knee.
l: And me, poor gir!, was dead and gone, :l
and me, poor gir!, was dead and gone,
and the green grass growing over me.