My horses ain't hungry
They won't eat your hay
So fare you well Polly
I'm going away

Your parents don't like me
They say I'm too poor
They say I'm not worthy
To enter your door

My parents don't like you
You're poor I am told
But it's your love I'm wanting
Not silver or gold

Then come with me Polly
We'll ride till we come
To some little cabin
We'll call it our home

Oh, sparking is pleasure
And parting is grief
And a false-hearted lover
Is worse than a thief

They'll hug you, they'll kiss you
They'll tell you more lies
Than cross-ties on a railroad
Or star s in the sky