Classic Poem

I'm sad and I'm lonely, my heart it will break;
My sweetheart loves another, Lord, I wish I wuz dead!
My cheeks once were red as the bud on the rose,
But now they are whiter than the lily that grows.

Young ladies, tak' wahnin', tak' a wahnin' from me.
Don't waste your affections on a young man so free.
He'll hug you, he'll kiss you, he'll tell you mo' lies,
Than the cross-ties on the railroad or the stars in the sky.

I'll build me a cabin in the mountains so high,
Where the blackbirds can't see me and hear my sad cry.
I'm troubled, I'm troubled, I'm troubled in mind;
Ef trouble don' kill me, I'll live a long time.