I met my love out walking in the merry month of May.
The birds were singing sweetly, and the Lambs did sport and play.
She told me that she loved me and to me she would prove true.
If you will stay with me, my love, then I will stay with you.
Oh, we walked along the dam and the birds sang loud and gay.
It was there I met my bonny brunette. She stole my heart away.
Her cheeks they were like roses red, and her skin as white as snow.
She is the darling of my heart, the pride of the Springfield Road.
Well, now we are to marry for my love has named the day,
And happy we will be together as we go on our way.
We'll have a charming little house and a garden for to till,
And we'll bring the children up like us to work in the cotton mill.
Oh, we walked along the dam and the birds sang loud and gay.
It was there I met my bonny brunette. She stole my heart away.
Her cheeks they were like roses red, and her skin as white as snow.
She is the darling of my heart, the pride of the Springfield Road.
Well, I'll bid you all good night and to her parents I must go
To see if they will have me now, or if the answer is no.
She says they'll treat me descent and my glass they'll surely fill,
And they'll drink a health to the bride
and groom that work in the cotton mill.
Oh, we walked along the dam and the birds sang loud and gay.
It was there I met my bonny brunette. She stole my heart away.
Her cheeks they were like roses red, and her skin as white as snow.
She is the darling of my heart, the pride of the Springfield Road.
When I was a little boy, young in pickens county
My father took me from the farmer to be a mil town baby
Goodbye Monday Blues
Goodbye card-room fever
Cotton dust has got my lungs, you know I'm bound to leave you
Not a man in all these mills could beat me once for doffing
Now it's all that I can do
To sit here without coughing
Goodbye Monday Blues
Goodbye card-room fever
Cotton dust has got my lungs, you know I'm bound to leave you
Old man staring at his glass
In some back street bar room
These were once the fastest hands
In spinning, spool, or card-room
Goodbye Monday Blues
Goodbye card-room fever
Cotton dust has got my lungs, you know I'm bound to leave you

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