so my pretty little miss sixteen years old hair just as yellow as the shinin gold well the prettiest face and the sweetest hands god bless the ground on where she stands now my mother sits and weeps and mourns my sister says she is left alone my truelove cries in deep despair with her dark brown eyes and her curly curly hair so i m going far on yon to weep i m satisfied i cannot sleep but i will write you a few short lines it s hard as death ten thousand times it s i ll buy me a paper and i ll set down and i ll write a few lines to my governor brown he received that letter and he read it awhile he began to think of his woman and child i ll get me some paper and i ll set down write another letter to governor brown and every word will be the truth i ll ast that governor to turn me a loose i ll buy me a ticket in that foreign town get on the train and it s i ll set down well the wheels will roll and the whistles will moan it ll take me a long time to get back home come young and old and stand around see me laid in this cold ground i m not ashamed nor afraid to die but hope to meet you by and by