I was born in East Virginia, to North Carolina I did go, there I spied a fair young [D]lady, and her age I did not know. Her hair was dark in color, her cheeks were rosy red, on her breast she wore white lilies, where I longed to lay my head. Oh, at my heart you are my darlin', at my door you're welcome in, at my gate I'll always meet you, for you're the girl I tried to win. I'd rather be in some dark holler, where the sun refuse to shine, than for you to be another man's darlin',and to know you'll never be mine.