Had I'd a knowed before I courted
I never would've a-courted none
I like my heart in a box of golden
Sealed it with a silver pin

I wish I was a little sparrow
And I had wings and I could fly
I'd fly away to my false lover
And when he'd speak I would deny

But I have not a little sparrow
Nor have I wings nor can I fly
But I 'II sit here to weep with sorrow
And let my troubles pass me by