Pretty Crowing Chicken

Oh the moon shines bright and the stars they get white
While this fair miss she worries alone
There's something in the way that causes him to stay
While this fair miss she worries alone, 'lone, 'lone
While this fair miss she worries alone

Her old true-love come at last he come very fast
He come a-tripplin' through the plane
The fair miss a rose, she drew on her clothes
For to welcome her old true-lover in, in, in
For to welcome her old true-lover in

"My pretty little chicken, my pretty crow and chicken
Don't you crow before day!
I'll make you the wings of the beaten yellow gold
And your comb of the silver so gay, gay, gay
And your comb of the silver so gay"

This chicken proved false-hearted
And crowed one hour too soon
She sent her lover away before it had come day
And he traveled by the light of the moon, moon, moon
And he traveled by the light of the moon

She saddled up her gelt-black steed
Also her dapple grey
And she rode through the dark wilderness
At the end of a long Summer day, day, day
At the end of a long Summer day

"My old true-love, my sweet turtle-dove
When shall I see you again?"
"When the moon and the stars enter into yonder spring
And the sky shall shed no more rain, rain rain
And the sky shall shed no more rain"