Left My Girl Behind

There was a wealthy old farmer
Lived in the country nearby
He had a handsome daughter
On whom I cast my eye
Whom I cast my eye

I asked if it made any difference
If I crossed over the plains
Likewise would she stay true to me
If I return again
I return again

She said that she’s stay true to me
‘Til death doth prove unkind
So we kissed, shook hands, and parted
And I left my girl behind
Left my girl behind

So I headed for ole Missouri
Kind faces for to see
There was one Miss Molly Walker
Fell deep in love with me
Deep in love with me

She said your pockets shall be lined with gold
And your working days will be o’er
If you consent to marry me
And swear you’ll roam no more
Swear you’ll roam no more

If I consent to marry you
I’m sure I’ll be to blame
For the girl I left behind
Would laugh at me for shame
Laugh at me for shame