Get down, get down, Love Henry, she criednAnd stay all night with menI have gold chains, and the finest I havenI'll apply them all to theennI can't get down and I shan't get downnOr stay all night with younThere’s a pretty little girl in CornersvillenI love far better than you.nnShe layed his head on a pillow of downnAnd kisses she gave him threenWith a penny knife that she held in her handnShe murdered mortal hennGet well, get well, Love Henry, she criednGet well, get well, said shenOh don't you see my own heart's bloodnCome flowing down so free?nnShe took him by his long yellow hairnAnd also at her kneenShe plunged him into well water, wherenIt runs both cold and deepnnLie there, lie there, Love Henry, she criednTil the flesh rots off your bonesnSome pretty little girl in CornersvillenWill mourn for your returnnnHush up, hush up, my parrot, she criedn“Don’t tell any tells on menOr these costly beads around my necknI'll apply them all to theennI won't fly down, I can't fly downnAnd light on your right kneenA girl who would murder her own true lovenWould kill a little bird like mennFly down, fly down, pretty parrot, she cried,nAnd light on my right kneenThe doors to your cage shall be decked with goldnAnd hung on a willow treennI won't fly down and I can't fly downnAnd light on your right kneenA girl who would murder her own true lovenWould kill a little bird like me