Every night when the sun goes in (3 times)
I hang down my head and mournful cry
True love, don't weep, true love, don't mourn (3 times)
True love, don't weep nor mourn for me,
I'm going away to Marble town
I wish to the Lord that train wwould come (3 times)
To take me back where I come from
True love, don't weep, etc
It's once my apron hung down low (3 times)
He'd follow me through both sleet snd snow
True love, don't weep, etc
It's now my apron's to my chin (3 times)
He'll face my door and won't come in
True love, don't weep, etc
I wish to the Lord my babe was born,
A-sitting upon his pappy's knee,
And me, poor girl, was dead and gone,
And the green grass growing over me
True love, don't weep, etc
from English Folk Songs in the Appalachian Mountains, Sharp
Collected from Mrs Effie Mitchell, Burnsville, NC 1918
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