I wish to the lord I'd never been born Or died when I was young I never would have seen your sparkling 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 darling don't weep no more Don't you see that turtle dove That flies from pine to pine He's mourning for his own true love Just like I mourn for mine Come back, come back my own true love And stay awhile with me For if ever I've had a friend in this world You've been that friend to me