If I had a ribbon bow to bind my hair
If I had a fancy sash, my love would think me fair
Then he would go to Frankfort, a-loggin' on the rise;
He'd bring me back with his own hands a very pretty prize

If I had a ribbon bow to bind my hair
If I had a fancy sash, my love would think me fair
Then I would go to Frankfort where all the logging goes
I'd hang around the settlements wearing foreign clothes

If I were like city girls, all fair and smart,
Not a lad in all these parts would know my heart.
My red heels would go flashing where e'er my fancy should,
My love would see and wish that he had taken me when he could.