Frank Proffitt
Frank Proffitt
Frank Proffitt
Frank Proffitt
Frank Proffitt
Frank Proffitt
Frank Proffitt
Frank Proffitt
Frank Proffitt
Frank Proffitt
As I woke up one mornin' fair
To take a walk all in the air
I thought I heard my true-love sing
"Oh, turn and come my way"
"You told me tales, you tole me lies
You courted a girl worth more than I
But gold will fade and silver will fly
My love for you will never die"
"Oh, tell me, WIlly, oh, tell me please
Do you take her upon her your knees?
And hug and kiss her all so free?
And tell her things you won’t tell me?"
"Is it because that I am poor
That you turn me far from your door?
To wander out in a cruel dark world
Because you love a rich man's girl?"
She gave me cake, she gave me wine
I rode out in her carriage fine
She set herself upon my knee
And begged and kissed me all so free
Her father gives to me his land
And also of his daughter's hand
To give it up, a fool I’d be
To trade it all for love of thee
She went upstairs, up to her bed
Achin' was all in her head
A rope she tied around the sill
They found her hangin' cold and still
There in her bosom was this note
All with her pen these words she wrote
"Heap up my grave so very high
So Willy can see as he rides by"