I wanna be a witchman
No one will wear my silver ring

Poor little turtle dove, just sitting up in pine
Mourning for your own true love
Why not me for mine?
Why not me for mine?

I got hogs in the pen and corn to feed them on
And all I want is someone who will feed them
When I'm dead and I'm gone
Feed them when I'm dead and gone

Cos I know I'm not going to marry in the fall
And I'm not going to marry in the spring
I will never marry, marry at all
No one will wear my silver ring
Wear my silver ring, no will

I'm not going to marry in the fall
And I'm not going to marry in the spring
I will never marry, marry at all
No one will wear my silver ring
Wear my silver ring, no will

Oh little turtle dove, sitting up in pine
Mourning for your own true love
Oh why not me for mine?

So I went up to this mountain to give my horn a blow
All the boys in the valley said
Yonder comes my beau
And yonder comes my bow

But I know I'm not going to marry in the fall
And I'm not going to marry in the spring
I will never marry, marry at all
No one will wear my silver ring

And I'm not going to marry in the fall
And I'm not going to marry in the spring
I will never marry, marry at all
No one will wear my silver ring
Wear my silver ring, no will

But who will feed them when I'm dead and gone?
Oh little turtle dove, just sitting up in pine
Mourning for your own true love
Why not me for mine?

All I want is someone who will feed them
When I'm gone
I will never marry at all
No one will wear my silver ring