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Shady Grove
An 18th century folk song.
Lyrics:
Shady Grove, my little love
Shady Grove I say
Shady Grove, my little love
I’m bound to go away
Cheeks as red a a blooming rose
And eyes are the prettiest brown
She’s the darling of my heart
Sweetest girl in town
Shady Grove, my little love…
I wish I had a big fine horse
And corn to feed him on
And Shady Grove to stay at home
And feed him while I’m gone
Shady Grove, my little love…
Went to see my Shady Grove
She was standing in the door
Her shoes and stockin’s in her hand
And her little bare feet on the floor
Shady Grove, my little love…
When I was a little boy
I wanted a Barlow knife
And now I want little Shady Grove
To say she’ll be my wife
Shady Grove, my little love…
A kiss form pretty little Shady Grove
Is sweet as brandy wine
And ther ain’t no girl in this old world
Thats’s prettier than mine
Shady Grove, my little love…
alternative chorus from Kentucky - Shady Grove my true love, Shady Grove my Darlin,
Shady Grove my true love, I’m goin back to Harlan
also isn’t the key Mix or Dorian - or what old timey banjo frailers call ‘mountain minor’
Christy, feel free to correct it as need be.