Lyrics:
I wish to the lord I'd never been bornOr died when I was youngI never would have seen your sparkling blue eyesOr heard your lying tongueAll the good times are past and goneAll the good times are o'erAll the good times are past and goneLittle darling don't weep no moreDon't you see that turtle doveThat flies from pine to pineHe's mourning for his own true loveJust like I mourn for mineCome back, come back my own true loveAnd stay awhile with meFor if ever I've had a friend in this worldYou've been that friend to me