At The Foot Of Yonder Mountain — текст песни (Barker Horton)





At the Foot of Yonder Mountain
At the foot of yonder mountain there runs a clear stream,
At the foot of yonder mountain there lives a fair queen;
She`s handsome, she`s proper, and her ways are complete.
I ask no better pastime than to be with my sweet.
But wby sbe won`t have me l well understand;
She wants some freeholder and l bave no land.
I cannot maintain her on silver and gold,
And all the other fine things that my love`s bouse should hold.
Oh I wish I were a penman and could write a fine hand!
I would write my love a letter from this distant land.
I`d send it by the waters just for to let her know
That I think of pretty Mary wherever I go.
Oh I wish I were a bird and had wings and could fly,
It`s to my love`s dwelling this night I`d draw nigh.
I`d sit in her window all night long and cry
That for love of pretty Mary I gladly would die.
From American Folk Tales and Songs, Chase. Collected from Horton
Barker.
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