Lyric Pretty Mary

My horses ain t hungry, they won t eat your hay,
So fare thee well darlin I m goin away.

Your parents don t like me, they say I m too poor,
They say I m not worthy to enter your door.

Pretty Mary, Pretty Mary, would you think me unkind,
If I were to see you and tell you my mind?
As sure as the dew drops fall on the green corn.
Last night I was with her, tonight I am gone.

My horses ain t hungry, they won t eat your hay,
So fare thee well darlin I m goin away.