I wish to the Lord I'd never been born
  Or died when I was young
  I never would a' seen your sparklin' 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 darlin' don't you weep no more.
  
  Now don't you see that turtle dove
  A-flyin' from pine to pine
  It's mournin' for It's own true love
  Just like I mourn for mine.
  
  Come back, come back my own true love
  And stay a while with me
  For if ever I've had a friend in this world
  You've been a friend to me