Where are you going, you three orphan?
Where are you going, you three orphan?
From far journey to go into service
From far journey to go into service
I”ll cut you golden rod
I”ll cut you golden rod
Pat the cemetery
Pat the cemetery!
Wake up, wake up, mother
Wake up, wake up, mother!
Because my mourning dress is seceding
Because my mourning dress is seceding!
I can’t get up, my children
I can’t get up, my children
My eyes are covered with blur
My eyes are covered with blur
You’ve got a stepmother
You’ve got a stepmother
Who would give you white
Who would give you white
When she give you white
When she give you white
Your back flourish in blue
Your back flourish in blue
You made a house
You didnt put window on it
Neither a door, nor a window
Neither no one will knock in
Death! Death! Damn Death!
In oneway you walked down!
I have a rose
Where should we search for you
To talk once again at the last time?