My young love said to me " My mother won't mind. And my father won't slight for your lack of kind. And he stepped away from me and this he did say. "It will not be long, love, till our wedding day.
My own love said to me. "My mother won't mind.. And my daughters won't slight you. For your lack of kind".. . He went away from me. And this he did say.
My own love said to me. "My mother won't mind.. And my daughters won't slight you. For your lack of kind".. . He went away from me. And this he did say.
Oh there is a house in New Orleans.. They call the Rising Sun.. It's been the ruin of many young poor girls. And God I know I'm one.. . My mother, she was a tailor, yeah yeah.