Текст песни Pretty Mary - Gordon , Peter

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
Will you think me unkind
If I were to see you
And tell you my mind?

My horses ain′t hungry
They won't eat your hay
So fare thee well, darlin′
I'm goin′ away

Well, as sure as the dewdrops
Fall on that green corn
Tonight I'll be with you
Tomorrow I'm gone

My horses ain′t hungry
They won′t eat your hay
So fare thee well, darlin'
I′m goin' away
So fare thee well, darlin′
I'm goin′ away