Some pretty little girl in Cornersville
I'll apply them all to thee"
It runs both cold and deep
I can't get down and I shan't get down
"Lie there, lie there, love Henry", she cried
With a penny knife that she held in her hand
Come flowin' down so free?"
"Get well, get well", said she
She took him by his long yellow hair
And hung on a willow tree"
A girl who would murder her own true love
"Hush up, hush up, my parrot", she cried
Some pretty little girl in Cornersville
And also by his feet
I have gold chains and the finest I have
I love far better than thee
He layed his head on a pillow of down
And light on your right knee
"Don't tell no news on me
"Fly down, fly down pretty bird", she cried
Will mourn for your return"
She murdered mortal he
She plunged him into well water where
"'Til the flesh rots off your bones
"And light on my right knee
Kisses, she gave him three
I'll apply them all to thee"
"Get well, get well love Henry", she cried
"Oh don't you see my own heart's blood
The doors to your cage shall be decked with gold
Or stay all night with thee
I won't fly down, I can't fly down
Or these costly beads around my neck
