Poor Boy

As I walked down to the river poor boy, to see the ships go by
my sweetheart stood on the deck of one, and she waved to me goodbye.
bow down your head and cry poor boy,
bow down your head and cry, and stop thinking of the woman you love,
bow down your head and cry.
I followed her for months and months, she offered me her hand
we were just about to be married when she ran off with a gambling man.
bow down your head and cry poor boy,
bow down your head and cry, and stop thinking of the woman you love,
bow down your head and cry.
Well if i had a golden thread and a needle for to sew,
id stitch myself to my true loves side and down that river we’d go.
bow down your head and cry poor boy,
bow down your head and cry, and stop thinking of the woman you love,
bow down your head and cry.