from The Spinster EP
"lyrics adapted from a traditional Appalachian mountain poem called The Turtle Dove"
Poor little turtle dove
Sitting in a pine
Mourning for it's own true love
Why not me for mine?
Why not? Why not me for mine?
Why not? Why not me for mine?
I've got hogs in my pen
Corn to feed them all
All I want is someone
To feed them when I'm gone
Feed them
Feed them when I'm gone
When I'm gone
When I'm gone
Who will feed them?
Feed them when I'm gone?
So I went up to the mountain
To give my horn a blow
And all the boys in the valley said
Yonder comes my beau
And yonder comes my bow
Comes my beau
Well I'm not gonna marry in the fall
I know I will never marry in the spring
I will never marry, marry at all
No one will wear my silver ring
Wear my silver ring
Where is my?
Wear my silver ring
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