Pretty Mary

My horses ain't hungry
They won't eat your hay
My horses ain't hungry
They won't eat your hay
So fare thee well darlin' I'm goin' away

Your parents don't like me
They say I'm too poor
Your parents don't like me
They say I'm too poor
They don't even think that I'm worthy to enter your door

So fare thee well darlin'
I'm goin' away
So Mary, pretty Mary
I'm goin' away