While still a young lad I grew restless at home,
Weary of farming and eager to roam.
I followed my fancy, I followed my dream,
All down the high mountain and along the bright stream.
The stand house was waiting with lamps shining gold.
The stand keeper’s daughter, so kind and so free,
Said, Lydy stay with me, my husband to be.
No, I must be roving, my fortune to find.
O, Lydy, stay with me, you know I've been kind.
The road lies before me, I must travel on
But I’ll be returning ere winter is gone.
(If someone can tell me, in simple language suited to the meanest intelligence, how to make this a hot link, I'd really appreciate it. What I've done in the past doesn't appear to be working.)
Oh my goodness, I think I've done it! Thanks to Roses and Lilacs!
The drawing of the hog drovers is probably pretty accurate -- but Lydy is much better looking, trust me.