I'd rather be in some dark hollow where the sun
If you go down to deep elm put your money
Annie laid her head down in the roses
She had ribbons,
There was a wealthy merchant, in London he did dwell
He
Why I married me a bad girl, tell you the
If my words did glow
With the gold of sunshine
And my
Out on the lonely hillside
In a cabin low and small
Lived
I feel tears welling up from down deep inside
Like my
To lay me down, once more
To lay me down with
