I’m sad and I’m lonely, my heart it will break
My sweetheart loves another, Lord, I wish I was dead!
My cheeks once were red as the bloom on the rose
But now they’re as white as the lily that grows
Young ladies, take a warning, take a warning from me
Don’t waste your affections on a young man so free
He’ll hug you, he’ll kiss you, he’ll tell you more lies
Than the crossties on the railroad or the stars in the sky
I’m troubled, I’m troubled, I’m troubled in mind
If trouble don’t kill me, I’ll live a long time