the dove

the dove she is a pretty bird

she sings as she flies

she brings us glad tidings and tells us no lies

she drinks the spring waters to make her voice clear

when her nest she is building and summer is near

come all you young fellows take warning by me

don't go for a soldier

don't join no army

for the dove she will leave you

the raven will come

and death will come marching at the beat of a drum

come all you pretty fair maids

come walk in the sun

and don't let your young man ever carry a gun

for the gun

it will scare her

and she'll fly away

and then there'll be weeping by night and by day. the dove she is a pretty bird

she sings as she flies

she brings us glad tidings and tells us no lies

she drinks the spring waters to make her voice clear

when her nest she is building and summer is near