Little Birdie

Little birdie, little birdie
Come and sing me you song
Got a short time to stay here
And a long time to be gone
I’m a long way from old Dixie
And my old Kentucky home
Now my parents are both dead and gone
Have no place to call my home
Now I’d rather be a sailor
Way out upon the sea
Then to be at home a marred man
With a baby on my knee
For the married man he sees trouble
And the single boy sees none
I expect to live single
Til my days on earth are done
Now I’d rather be in some dark hollow
Where the sun don’t ever shine
Then to see you love another
When you promised to be mine