Here is Frank Proffitt's version. I don't know if Hattie wrote this song or if it is is older.
Many of these songs originally came from Sam Hicks and he passed them down to his children.


PRETTY CROWING CHICKEN

Oh, the moon shines bright, and the stars they give light,
While this fair miss she worries alone.
There's somethin' in the way that causes him to stay,
While this fair miss she worries alone, 'lone, 'lone,
While this fair miss she worries alone.

Her old true love come at last; he come very fast,
Come a-tripplin' through the plains.
The fair miss arose; she drew on her clothes,
For to welcome her old true lover in, in, in,
For to welcome her old true lover in.

"My pretty little chicken, my pretty crowin' chicken,
Don't you crow before day.
I'll make you the wings of the beaten yellow gold,
And your comb of the silver so gay, gay, gay,
And your comb of the silver so gay."

This chicken proved falsehearted,
And crowed one hour too soon.
She sent her lover away, before it had come day,
And he traveled by the light of the moon, moon, moon,
And he traveled by the light of the moon.

She saddled up her milk-white steed,
On the tow her dapple grey.
And she rode through the dark wilderness,
At the end of a long summer day, day, day,
At the end of a long summer day.

"My old true love, my sweet turtledove,
When shall I see you again?"
"When the moon and the stars enter in yonder stream,
And the sky shall shed no more rain, rain, rain,
And the sky shall shed no more rain."