Hey rich man...

No one to wear my silver ring

Poor little turtle dove, just sitting up in pine
Moaning for your own true love
Why not me for mine?
Why not? Why not me for mine?

I've got hogs in the pen and corn to feed them all
All I want is someone who will feed them when I'm dead and I'm gone
feed them when I'm dead and gone

'cause I know I'm not gonna marry in the fall
And I'm not gonna marry in the spring
I will never marry, marry at all
No one will wear my silver ring
Wear my silver ring, no

And I'm not gonna marry in the fall
And I'm not gonna marry in the spring
I will never marry, marry at all
No one will wear my silver ring
Wear my silver ring, no

oh little turtle dove, sitting up in pine
Moaning for your own true love
Oh why not me for mine?
Why not me for mine?

So I went up to this mountain to give my horn a blow
All the boys in a valley said, "Yonder comes my beau"

Yonder comes my beau.

But I know
I'm not gonna marry in the fall
And I'm not gonna marry in the spring
I will never marry, marry at all
No one will wear my silver ring

And if I'm not gonna marry in the fall
And I'm not gonna marry in the spring
I will never marry, marry at all
No one will wear my silver ring
Wear my silver ring
No one

Oh little turtle dove, sitting up in pine
Moaning for your own true love
Why not me for mine?

All I want is someone who will feed them when I'm gone
Well I'm dead and gone now

I will never marry, marry at all
No one will wear my silver ring
Never marry when I'm gone
I will never marry, not at all
Feed them when I'm dead
And feed them when I'm dead
Feed them when I'm dead
Feed them when I'm dead and gone
I will never marry, marry at all
No one will wear my silver ring