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