English Folk Songs from the Southern Appalachians

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	No. 96
	My Parents Treated Me Tenderly A

	2 My parents did treat me tenderly, They had no child but me, But my mind was bent on roving, With them I couldn't agree. 3 There was a noble gentleman In yonder town drew nigh ; He had one only daughter, On her I cast my eye. 4 She was young and tall and handsome, Most beautiful and fair; There wasn't a girl in that whole town With her I could compare. 5 I told her my intention ; It was to cross the main. It's, love, will you prove faithful Till I return again? 6 She said she would prove faithful Till death did prove unkind. We kissed, shook hands and parted, I left my girl behind. 7 It's when I left old Ireland, To Scotland I was bound. I'll march from Zion to me To view the country round. 8 The girls were fair and plenty there And all to me proved kind, But the dearest object of my heart Was the girl I left behind.
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