Seventeen Come Sunday

Oh, where are you going, my pretty little miss?
Where are you going, my honey?
She answered me, so modestly
"On an errand for my mommy"

How old are you, my pretty little miss?
How old are you, my honey?
She said to me, with a "tee-hee-hee"
"I'm seventeen, come Sunday"

Oh, where do you live, my pretty little miss?
Where do you live, my honey?
She answered me, so modestly
"With my daddy and my mommy"

Will you marry me, my pretty little miss?
Will you marry me, my honey?
She said to me, with a "tee-hee-hee"
"I'll have to ask my mommy"

Come go with me, my pretty little miss
Come go with me, my honey
We'll fly away to the deep blue sea
You'll never want for money

"I don't want to fly away
And I don't want your money
All I want is a pretty little boy
To love me and call me 'honey'..."