Shady Grove, pretty little miss Shady Grove my darlin Shady Grove, pretty little miss Goin back to Harlem Well, the boys all call me pretty little miss, it dont ever phase me But everytime he calls my name it nearly drives me crazy. Shady Grove, pretty little miss Shady Grove my darlin Shady Grove, pretty little miss Goin back to Harlem Momma says he's not my type he really loves another, But he's gonna marry me when I turn twelve this summer. Shady Grove, pretty little miss Shady Grove my darlin Shady Grove, pretty little miss Goin back to Harlem Well, well paint and powder curl my hair the day he came a callin He ran off with my older sis and I commenced to squallin Shady Grove, pretty little miss Shady Grove my darlin Shady Grove, pretty little miss Goin back to Harlem Oh spring has sprung, summers gone, the fall is quickly fadin' I guess I'll spend my winter months a sad and lonely maiden