Rolling of the Stones

Rolling of the Stones - Joe Hickerson

Will you go to the rolling of the stones

Or the dancing of the ball

Or will you go and see pretty Susie

And dance among them all

I will not go to the rolling of the stones

Or the tossing of the ball

But I will go and see pretty Susie

And dance among them all

They hadn't danced but a single dance

More than once or twice around

Before the sword at her true love's side

Gave him his fatal wound

They picked him up and carried him away

For he was sore distressed

They carried him and buried him all in the greenwoods

Where he was won't to rest

Pretty Susie she came awandering by

With a tablet under her arm

Until she came to her true love's grave

And she began to charm

She charmed the fish out of the sea

And the birds out of their nests

She charmed her true love out of his grave

So he could no longer rest

Will you go to the rolling of the stones

Or the dancing of the ball

Or will you go and see pretty Susie

And dance among them all

I will not go to the rolling of the stones

Or the tossing of the ball

But I will go and see pretty Susie

And dance among them all