Poor little turtle dove Sitting in the pine Mourning for it's own true love Why not me for mine, oh mine Why not me for mine? Not gonna marry in the fall of the year I'll marry in the Spring I'm gonna marry a pretty little girl Who wears a silver ring, a ring Who wears a silver ring I'm not gonna marry in the Spring of the year I'll marry in the fall I'm gonna marry a pretty little girl Who wears a dollar shawl, a shawl Who wears that dollar shawl I went up on that mountain To give my horn a blow Way down in the valley I heard that rooster crow I heard that rooster crow My daddy had an old grey mare He rode her off to town Sold her for a new ten cents And got a nickel down, down Got a nickel down I went up on the mountain To get a turn of corn The raccoon curled his tail around The possum broke his horn, horn The possum broke his horn And there's hogs in the pen And the corn to feed him on All I want is a pretty little girl To feed them when I'm gone, gone To feed them when I'm gone