A Bold Young Farmer Courted Me

A bold young farmer courted me
He stole my love and my liberty
He stole my love and my liberty
And I must confess that I love him still

I wish, I wish, but it's all in vain
I wish I was a sweet maid again
But a maid, a maid I'll never be
'Till apples grow out of an orange tree

And now I wish my baby was born
And sitting on his Daddy's knee
And me poor maid was dead and gone
The green grass growing over me

There sits a bird in yonder tree
They say he's blind and cannot see
But I that bird would rather be
Since that bold farmer courted me