In constant sorrow all through his days!

Well I am a man of constant sorrow,
I've seen trouble all my days
I bid farewell to old Kentucky,
The place where I was borned and bred

The place where he was borned and bred!

For six long years I've been in trouble,
No pleasure here on Earth I've found
For in this world I'm bound to ramble,
I have no friends to help me now

He has no friends to help him now!

Well, it's fare thee well my old true lover,
I never expect to see you again
For I'm bound to ride that Northern railroad,
Perhaps I'll die upon this train

Perhaps he'll die upon this train!

Well you can bury me in some deep valley,
For many years where I may dwell
Well, then you may learn to love another,
While I am sleepin' in my grave

While he is sleepin' in his grave!

Well, maybe your friends think I'm just a stranger,
A face you never will see no more
But there is one promise that is given