Come all young girls of a tender mind,
My story I'll tell to you,
And listen well to my advice,
As a rule the mind of a girl is weak,
And the mind of a man is strong,
And if you listen to what they say,
they're sure to lead you wrong.
When I was in my sixteenth year,
He said if I'd run away with him,
I love my mother as my life.
But the love I have for sweet Willie dear,
no human tongue can tell.
When we were far away from home,
He said, go home, go home,
for you never can be my wife.
Oh, Willie dear, what have I done?
What makes you treat me so?
How can you take me from my home
and then leave me to mourn?
It's nature, nature, my little girl,
My mind is set on rambling around,
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