Lyr. Add: THE DARK HOLLOW

Little birdie, little birdie,
Come sing me a song,
I want to live in a dark holler
Where the sun never can shine!

I'd ruther be a sailor
Way out on the sea,
Than to be a married man
With a baby on my knee.

Litle birdie, little birdie,
What makes you look so queer?
You've no cause for to worry,
No sorrow for to bear.

And-
Purty woman, purty woman,
Just see whut you've done.
You've caused me to murder
Another woman's son!

From Randolph, Ozark Folksongs, pp. 121-122, with music.

There are many floating verses and similar songs.
Also see Dark Holler Blues, "a modernized hillbilly song as sung by Clarence Ashley (Columbia records 15489D)." Quote from Randolph, p. 122