I hope I'll live a few more days,
And God will give me grace;
I'll buy me a bottle of ethamotel drops
For to wash your deceitful face.
Oh, I will come in but I won't sit down,
For I haven't hardly time;
I truly understand you love another one,
Sweetheart no longer mine.
Oh, now you are a married man,
A-living at your ease,
While my poor heart is broken in trouble,
No pleasure do I see.
Oh, you know what you promised me
When you gave me your right hand;
Said if ever you did marry in this wide world
That I should be the one.
Oh, now you are a married man,
A-living at your ease,
While my poor heart is broken in trouble,
No pleasure do I see.
Oh, many of a girl, they dress so fine
And off to church they'll go,
While me, a poor girl, have to stay at home
And rock the cradle and sew.
Oh, many of a girl, they drive fine cars
And off to the store and buy,
While me, a poor girl, have to stay at home
And rock the cradle and cry.
