text: My horses aint hungry, they wont eat your hay
  So fare thee well darlin Im goin away
  Your parents dont like me, they say Im too poor
  They say Im not worthy to enter your door
  Pretty Mary, Pretty Mary, would you think me unkind
  If I were to see you and tell you my mind?
  As sure as the dew drops fall on the green corn
  Last night I was with her, tonight I am gone
  My horses aint hungry, they wont eat your hay
  So fare thee well darlin Im goin away