Sweet Willie - Jean Ritchie

Come all young girls of a tender mind

My story I’ll tell to you

And listen well to my advice

And to my counsel true

As a rule, the mind of a girl is weak

And the mind of a man is strong

And if you listen to what they say

They’re sure to lead you wrong

When I was in my sixteenth year

Sweet Willie courted me

He said, if I’d run away with him

His loving bride I’d be

When we were far away from home

Enjoying a happy life

He said, go home, go home, little girl

For you never can be my wife

Oh, Willie dear, what have I done?

What makes you treat me so?

How can you take me from my home

And leave me here to mourn?

It’s nature, nature, my little girl

I find no fault in you

My mind is set on rambling around

And now I bid you adieu