Went up on the mountain, sow a little cane,
See my candy darlin' pretty little Liza Jane.
Going to Rocky Island, ho honey ho,
See my candy darlin' you know I love her so.
Wish I had a big bay horse, corn to feed him on,
Pretty little girl to stay at home, and feed him when I'm gone.
Dark clouds a risin', sure sign of rain,
Put your new grey bonnet on little Liza Jane.
You go ride the old gray horse and I'll go ride along,
You get there before I do, leave my girl alone.
Wish I had a pretty little bowl to put my baby in,
I'd pick it up and kiss it twice and put it there again.
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