I was born and raised in east Virginia,
North Carolina I did go.
There I met some pretty little woman
But her name and age I do not know.
Well her hair it was a light brown color
And her cheeks were ruby red.
On her breast she wore white lilies,
Where I long to lay my head
I'd rather be in some dark holler
Where the sun refused to shine
Than to see you with another one, darling,
To know you never will be mine.
I was born and raised in east Virginia,
North Carolina I did go.
There I met some pretty little woman
But her name I did not know.
