From The Max Hunter Folk Song Collection. (This page also gives links to several variants.) This seems to be the song Kytrad was referring to, but the wording is somewhat different.

THE CHARMING BEAUTY BRIGHT
(As sung by Mrs. Laura McDonald in Springdale, Arkansas on July 23, 1958)

It's wrought of me, the time draws near
When you and I must part
It's little did you think or know
The grief of my poor heart

Why do I suffer for your sake
'Tis you I love so dear
I wish that you was going with me
Or else I could stay here

Your cheeks are of the rosy red
Your lips like ruby pearls
There is no fault, within my love
That model, I conceal

Your company my dearest dear
So charming sweet to me
It makes me think when you're away
That every day makes three

That every day makes three, my dear
That every hour makes ten
It makes me weep when I should sleep
An' say, I've lost a friend

I wish my breast was made of glass
Wherein, you might behold
Your name is written on my heart
With letters lined in gold

When I'm for miles and miles away
On some poor distant shore
Among the rocks and mountains, where
Wild beasts may howl 'n roar

The eagle and the blackbird whirl
And little sparrow too
What would I give to this old world
If I was but married to you