Classic Poem

Shady grove, my true love,
Shady grove I know,
Shady grove, my true love,
I'm bound for the shady grove.

Peaches in the summertime,
Apples in the fall,
If I can't get the girl I love,
Won't have none at all.

Once I was a little boy,
Playin' in the sand,
Now I am a great big boy,
I think myself a man.

When I wus a little boy,
I wanted a whittlin' knife;
Now I am a great big boy
An' I want a little wife.

Wish I had a banjo string,
Made of golden twine,
And every tune I'd pick on it—
Is ‘I wish that girl were mine.’

Some come here to fiddle en dance,
Some come here to tarry,
Somes come here to fiddle en dance,
I come here to marry.

Ev'ry night when I go home,
My wife, I try to please her,
The more I try, the worse she gets,
Damned if I don't leave her.

Shady grove, my little love,
Shady grove, my darlin',
Shady grove, my little love
Goin' back to Harlan.

Fly around, my blue-eyed girl,
Fly around, my daisy,
Fly around, my blue-eyed girl,
Nearly drive me crazy.

The very next time I go that road
And it don't look so dark and grazy,
The very next time I come that road
I'll stop and see my daisy.

I once had a mulie cow,
Mulie when she's born,
Took a jay-bird forty year
To fly from horn to horn.