Shady Grove

Shady Grove, my little love,

Shady grove I say.

Shady Grove, my little love,

I'm a-bound to go away.

Cheeks as red as a blooming rose,

And eyes of the prettiest brown;

She's the darling of my heart,

The prettiest little girl in town.

I wish I had a glass of wine

And bread and meat for two;

I'd set it all on a golden plate

And give it all to you.

I wish I had me a big fine horse

And the corn to feed him on,

Little Shady Grove to stay at home

And feed him while I'm gone.

When I went to see my Shady Grove

She was a-standing in the door.

Her shoes and stockings in her hand

And her little bare feet on the floor.

Now when I was a little boy

I wanted a Barlow knife,

And now I want little Shady Grove

To say she'll be my wife.

A kiss from little Shady Grove

Is as sweet as brandywine,

And there ain't no girl in this whole world

That's prettier than mine.