Come all young girls of a tender mind My story I'll tell to you And listen well to my advice And to my counsel true 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 Sweet Willie courted me He said, if I'd run away with him His loving bride I'd be When we were far away from home Enjoying a happy life He said, go home, go home, little girl 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 leave me here to mourn? It's nature, nature, my little girl I find no fault in you My mind is set on rambling around And now I bid you adieu