Lyrics - At The Foot Of Yonder Mountain by Barker Horton

At the
Foot of
Yonder
Mountain
At the foot of yonder mountain there runs a clear stream,
At the foot of yonder mountain there lives a fair queen;
She's handsome, she's proper, and her ways are complete.
I ask no better pastime than to be with my sweet.
But wby sbe won't have me l well understand;
She wants some freeholder and l bave no land.
I cannot maintain her on silver and gold,
And all the other fine things that my love's bouse should hold.
Oh
I wish
I were a penman and could write a fine hand!
I would write my love a letter from this distant land.
I'd send it by the waters just for to let her know
That
I think of pretty
Mary wherever
I go.
Oh
I wish
I were a bird and had wings and could fly,
It's to my love's dwelling this night
I'd draw nigh.
I'd sit in her window all night long and cry
That for love of pretty
Mary
I gladly would die.
From
American
Folk
Tales and
Songs,
Chase.
Collected from
Horton
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