I'm sad and I'm lonely. My poor heart will break.
My true love loves another and I wish I was dead.
My cheeks once was red as the buds on a rose,
But now they are white as the lily that grows.

Come all you young ladies; take a warning from me.
Never place your affections on a young man so free.
For he'll hug you and squeeze you and he'll tell you more lies
Than the cross-ties on the railroad or the stars in the skies.

Well, I'll build me a little cabin in the mountains so high
Where the blackbird can't see me or hear my sad cry.
Well, I'm sad and I'm lonely. My poor heart will break.
My sweetheart loves another. Lord, I wish I was dead.

As sung by Derroll Adams.

Cheers

Bugsy