I wish to the lord I'd never been born

Or died when I was young

I never would have seen your sparkling blue eyes

Or heard your lying tongue



   All the good times are past and gone

   All the good times are o'er

   All the good times are past and gone

   Little darling don't weep no more



Don't you see that turtle dove

That flies from pine to pine

He's mourning for his own true love

Just like I mourn for mine



Come back, come back my own true love

And stay awhile with me

For if ever I've had a friend in this world

You've been that friend to me