A Song I Wrote On the Banjo

I see the sailor come
from my hillside sojourn
He bears just one pack
Carried on his shoulder

He is a handsome man
But I do not love him
He wants to carry me
Forward to the altar

He's come to marry me on a misty morning
He's come to marry me in the Month of May

Tell him that I'm not home
And I don't want to see him
Tell him my heart is broke
From when he chose to leave me


He's come to marry me on a misty morning
He's come to marry me in the Month of May

Tell him that my folks are gone
And he did not console me
Tell him that the landlord come
And put me out of my home

He's come to marry me on a misty morning
He's come to marry me in the Month of May