"Get down, get down love Henry", she cried

"And stay all night with me

I have gold chains and the finest I have

I'll apply them all to thee" I can't get down and I shan't get down

Or stay all night with thee

Some pretty little girl in Cornersville

I love far better than thee He layed his head on a pillow of down

Kisses, she gave him three

With a penny knife that she held in her hand

She murdered mortal he "Get well, get well love Henry", she cried

"Get well, get well", said she

"Oh don't you see my own heart's blood

Come flowin' down so free?" She took him by his long yellow hair

And also by his feet

She plunged him into well water where

It runs both cold and deep "Lie there, lie there, love Henry", she cried

"'Til the flesh rots off your bones

Some pretty little girl in Cornersville

Will mourn for your return" "Hush up, hush up, my parrot", she cried

"Don't tell no news on me

Or these costly beads around my neck

I'll apply them all to thee" "Fly down, fly down pretty bird", she cried

"And light on my right knee

The doors to your cage shall be decked with gold

And hung on a willow tree" I won't fly down, I can't fly down

And light on your right knee

A girl who would murder her own true love

Would kill a little bird like me