I fell in love with a girl of nineteen 

A black-haired girl I called Abilene 

Young girl, where's your husband?

Sadly, she replied, I do not have one

Then it's you I'll marry with your parents' permission



No fine sir, they will not let me marry

For I am a young girl

And you are a man withoutmoney

Then I'll come by your window

Tonight when they both will be sleeping



Outside your window in a carriage I will be waiting

They'll awake to find you gone

Open their eyes and think they're dreaming

And never did they think

That their Abilene would leave them



Now fine sir, where is it you shall take me?

Is it in the mountains high

Or is it the deep blue sea?