Pretty Mary

Pretty Mary - Peter, Paul And Mary

My horses ain't hungry

They won't eat your hay

So fare thee well, darlin'

I'm goin' away

Your parents don't like me

They say I'm too poor

They say I'm 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 ain't hungry

They won't eat your hay

So fare thee well, darlin'

I'm goin' away