I wish to the Lord I'd never been born
Or died when I was young
I never would a' seen your sparklin' blue eyes
Or heard your lying tongue

All the good times are past and gone
All the good times are o'er
All the good times are past and gone
Little darlin' don't you weep no more.

Now don't you see that turtle dove
A-flyin' from pine to pine
It's mournin' for It's own true love
Just like I mourn for mine.

Come back, come back my own true love
And stay a while with me
For if ever I've had a friend in this world
You've been a friend to me