The night was dark. The moon was low. Believe me;. And I was proud. To have a girl like you. The next day she. Was gone. Oh what a pity;. And now I spend. My days with searching you. I'm on
I am a poor, wayfaring stranger. But traveling through this world of woe. Yet there is no sickness, toil, or danger. In the bright world to which I go. . I'm going there to see my Father. I'm go