O, the summer time is come, and the leaves are sweetly turning, and the wild mountain thyme blooms around the purple heather. Will you go, lassie, go? If you will not go with me, I will surely find another to pull wild mountain thyme all around the purple heather. Will you go, lassie, go? And we'll all go together to pull wild mountain thyme all around the purple heather. Will you go, lassie, go? I will build my love a bower by yon clear and crystal fountain, and on it I will place all the flowers of the mountain. Will you go, lassie, go? And we'll all go together to pull wild mountain thyme all around the purple heather. Will you go, lassie, go?

My horses ain't hungry. They won't eat your hay. So fare ye well, Polly. I'm a-goin' away. Your parents don't like me. They say I'm too poor. They say I'm not worthy to enter your door. Well, courting is pleasure and parting is grief, but a false-hearted lover is worse than a thief. They'll hug you and kiss you and tell you more lies than cross ties on a railroad or stars in the sky. Pretty Polly, pretty Polly, would I be unkind if I was to see you and tell you my mind? As sure as the dew drops fall on the green corn, last night I was with you, tonight I am gone. My horses ain't hungry. They won't eat your hay. So fare ye well, Polly. I'm a-goin' away. Your parents don't like me. They say I'm too poor. They say I'm not worthy to enter your door.

I'm Alabama bound. I'm Alabama bound. And if the train don't stop and turn me around, I'm Alabama bound. Well, don't you leave me here. Well, don't you leave me here. But if you must go anyhow, just leave a dime for beer. Well, don't you be like me. Well, don't you be like me. Just drink your good, sweet cherry wine, and let that whisky be. I'm Alabama bound. I'm Alabama bound. And if that train don't stop and turn me around, I'm Alabama bound.

My evening sun is sinking fast. My race is nearly run. My strongest trials now are past. My triumph is begun. O, come, angel band! Come and around me stand! O, bear me away on your snow white wings to my immortal home. O, bear me away on your snow white wings to my immortal home. O, come, angel band! Come and around me stand! O, bear me away on your snow white wings to my immortal home. O, bear me away on your snow white wings to my immortal home. I know I'm joining holy ranks of friends and loved ones dear. I brushed the dew on Jordan's banks. I know the crossing's near. O, come, angel band! Come and around me stand! O, bear me away on your snow white wings to my immortal home. O, bear me away on your snow white wings to my immortal home.

Heaven! Heaven! Everybody talkin' 'bout Heaven ain't goin' there. Heaven! Heaven! Gonna shine all over God's Heaven. I got shoes. You got shoes. All God's children got shoes. When I get to Heaven, gonna try out my shoes. Gonna shine all over God's Heaven. Heaven! Heaven! Everybody talkin' 'bout Heaven ain't goin' there. Heaven! Heaven! Gonna shine all over God's Heaven. I got a room and you got a room. All God's children got a room. When I get to Heaven, gonna try out my room. Gonna shine all over God's Heaven. Heaven! Heaven! Everybody talkin' 'bout Heaven ain't goin' there. Heaven! Heaven! Gonna shine all over God's Heaven. I got a right and you got a right. All God's children got a right. When I get to Heaven, gonna show my right. Gonna shine all over God's Heaven. Heaven! Heaven! Everybody talkin' 'bout Heaven ain't goin' there. Heaven! Heaven! Gonna shine all over God's Heaven. Heaven! Heaven! Everybody talkin' 'bout Heaven ain't goin' there. Heaven! Heaven! Gonna shine all over God's Heaven.

Bring me a little water, Sylvie. Bring me a little water now. Bring me a little water, Sylvie, every little once in a while. Getting kinda thirsty, Sylvie. Getting mighty thirsty now. Getting hot and thirsty, Sylvie, every little once in a while. Can't you hear me calling, Sylvie? Can't you hear me calling now? Can't you hear me calling, Sylvie, every little once in a while? Getting kinda thirsty, Sylvie. Getting hot and thirsty now. Getting mighty thirsty, Sylvie, every little once in a while. Bring me a little water, Sylvie. Bring me a little water now. Bring me a little water, Sylvie, every little once in a while. Bring me a little water, Sylvie, every little once in a while. Every little once in a while. Every little once in a while.

Walking down the tracks, I got tears in my eyes, trying to read a letter from my home. If this train's running me right, I'll be home tomorrow night because I'm nine hundred miles from my home, and I hate to hear that lonesome whistle blow. The train that I ride on is one hundred coaches long. You can hear the whistle blow a hundred miles. If this train's running me right, I'll be home tomorrow night because I'm nine hundred miles from my home, and I hate to hear that lonesome whistle blow. I'll pawn you my watch. I will pawn you my chain. Pawn you my gold diamond ring. If this train's running me right, I'll be home tomorrow night because I'm nine hundred miles from my home, and I hate to hear that lonesome whistle blow nine hundred miles away from home. Nine hundred miles from my home, and I hate to hear that lonesome whistle blow nine hundred miles away from home. If you say so, I won't railroad no more. Sidetrack my train and come on home. If this train's running me right, I'll be home tomorrow night because I'm nine hundred miles from my home, and I hate to hear that lonesome whistle blow nine hundred miles away from home. Nine hundred miles from my home, and I hate to hear that lonesome whistle blow nine hundred miles away from home. Nine hundred miles...

Mama's little baby loves shortnin', shortnin'. Mama's little baby loves shortnin' bread. Mama's little baby loves shortnin', shortnin'. Mama's little baby loves shortnin' bread. I love shortnin' bread. I do love shortnin' bread. Mama loves shortnin' bread. Papa loves shortnin' bread. Everybody love shortnin' bread. Two little babies laying in bed. One played sick and the other played dead. I love shortnin' bread. I do love shortnin' bread. Mama loves shortnin' bread. Papa loves shortnin' bread. Everybody love shortnin' bread. Ever since my dog's been dead, hog been rooting my tater bed. I do love shortnin' bread. I do love shortnin' bread. Mama loves shortnin' bread. Papa loves shortnin' bread. Everybody love shortnin' bread. Old Miss Dinah sick in the bed sent for the doctor. The doctor said, "All she need's some shortnin' bread." I do love shortnin' bread. I do love shortnin' bread. Mama loves shortnin' bread. Papa loves shortnin' bread. Everybody love shortnin' bread. Two little babies laying in bed. One played sick and the other played dead. I do love shortnin' bread. I do love shortnin' bread. I love shortnin' bread. I do love shortnin' bread. I love shortnin' bread. I do love shortnin' bread. Mama loves shortnin' bread. Papa loves shortnin' bread. Everybody love shortnin' bread. I love shortnin' bread. I do love shortnin' bread. Mama loves shortnin' bread. Papa loves shortnin' bread. Everybody love shortnin' bread. Mama's little baby loves shortnin', shortnin'. Mama's little baby loves shortnin' bread. Mama's little baby loves shortnin', shortnin'. Mama's little baby loves shortnin' bread. Put on the skillet. Put on the lead. Mama's gonna make a little shortnin' bread. That ain't all she's gonna do. Mama's gonna make a pot of coffee too. Mama's little baby loves shortnin', shortnin'. Mama's little baby loves shortnin' bread. Mama's little baby loves shortnin', shortnin'. Mama's little baby loves shortnin' bread. Two little children laying in bed. One was sick and the other most dead. Mama called the doctor and the doctor said, "Better feed them kids some shortnin' bread." Mama's little baby loves shortnin', shortnin'. Mama's little baby loves shortnin' bread. Mama's little baby loves shortnin', shortnin'. Mama's little baby loves shortnin' bread. I love shortnin' bread. I do love shortnin' bread. I love shortnin' bread. I do love shortnin' bread. I love shortnin' bread. I do love shortnin' bread. Mama loves shortnin' bread. Papa loves shortnin' bread. Everybody love shortnin' bread. I love shortnin' bread. I do love shortnin' bread. I love shortnin' bread. I do love shortnin' bread. I love shortnin' bread. I do love shortnin' bread.

Because I could not stop for Death, He kindly stopped for me. The carriage held but just ourselves and immortality. We paused before a house that seemed a swelling on the ground. The roof was scarcely visible, the cornice but a mound. There is a house in New Orleans they call the Rising Sun, and it's been the ruin of many a poor boy, and Lord, for me, I'm one. My mother was a tailor, sewed my new bluejeans. My father was a gambling man down in New Orleans. The only time I'd see him is with a suitcase and a trunk. The only time he's satisfied is when he's on a drunk. Go tell my brother, "Don't you do like I've done, no, no!" Tell him, "Shun that house in New Orleans they call the Rising Sun." Twas grace that taught my heart to fear and grace my fears relieved. How precious did that grace appear the hour I first believed. One foot on the platform, the other on the train, I'm going back to New Orleans to wear that ball and chain. Through many dangers, toils, and snares, I have already come. Twas grace that brought me safe thus far, and grace will lead me home. Going back to New Orleans, my race is nearly run. Gonna spend my dying days beneath the Rising Sun. When I've been there ten thousand years beneath the Rising Sun. I've no more days to sing God's praise than when I first begun. Since then tis centuries yet each feels shorter than the day I first surmised the horses' heads were toward eternity. Amazing grace, how sweet the sound, that saved a wretch like me. I once was lost but now I'm found, was blind but now I see.

I was born in East Virginia. North Caroline where I did roam. And there I met the fairest maiden. Her name and age, I do not know. Her hair it was a light brown color. Her cheeks they were rosy red. And on her breasts, she wore white lilies, where I long to lay my head. I'd rather be in some dark holler, where the sun don't ever shine, than to see her wed to another and to know she won't be mine. I was born in East Virginia. North Caroline where I did roam. And there I met the fairest maiden. Her name and age, I do not know.

"Well met, well met, my own true love. Well met, well met," cried he. "I've just returned from the salt, salt sea in a land where the grass grows green, in a land where the grass grows green. "I could have married the king's daughter there, and she would have married me, but I refused her crowns of gold, and it's all for the love of thee." "You could have married the king's daughter, dear. I'm sure you are to blame, for I am married to a house carpenter, and I think he's a fine young man. O, he is a fine young man." "Will you forsake your house carpenter and come away with me? I'll take you where the grass grows green on the banks of the salt, salt sea, on the banks of the salt, salt sea." "If I forsake my house carpenter and come away with thee, what have you got to maintain me upon and keep me from poverty?" "Six ships! Six ships are on the sea, seven more on dry land. A hundred ten bold sailor men will be at your command." She picked up her sweet little babe and kissed him one, two, three, saying, "Stay right here with the house carpenter and keep him company. Keep him company." She dressed herself in rich attire so glorious to behold, and as she rode upon her horse, she shone like glittering gold. They hadn't been to sea but about two weeks, two weeks or maybe three, when this lady began to weep, and she wept most bitterly. She wept most bitterly. "Do you weep for your house carpenter? Do you weep for your golden store?" "I am weeping for my sweet little babe whom I shall see no more." They hadn't been to sea but about three weeks (I'm sure it was not four), when the ship sprang a leak from the bottom of the sea, and it sank to rise no more. It sank to rise no more. Once around spun our gallant ship, and twice around spun she. Three times spun around our gallant ship 'til she sank to the bottom of the sea. "Farewell, farewell, my own true love! Farewell, farewell," cried she, "I have forsaken my house carpenter, and I'll die at the bottom of the sea! I'll die at the bottom of the sea!"

I gave my love a cherry that had no stone. I gave my love a chicken that had no bone. I gave my love a ring that had no end. I gave my love a baby with no crying. How can there be a cherry that has no stone? How can there be a chicken that has no bone? How can there be a ring that has no end? How can there be a baby with no crying? A cherry when it's blooming, it has no stone. A chicken when it's pippin' has no bone. A ring when it's rolling has no end, and a baby when it's sleeping has no crying.

O, the summer time is come, and the leaves are sweetly turning, and the wild mountain thyme blooms around the purple heather. Will you go, lassie, go? If you will not go with me, I will surely find another to pull wild mountain thyme all around the purple heather. Will you go, lassie, go? And we'll all go together to pull wild mountain thyme all around the purple heather. Will you go, lassie, go? I will build my love a bower by yon clear and crystal fountain, and on it I will place all the flowers of the mountain. Will you go, lassie, go? And we'll all go together to pull wild mountain thyme all around the purple heather. Will you go, lassie, go?