A REFUGE FOR POETS WHO WRITE IN THE LYRIC TRADITION,
WITH RHYME AND METER, WITH OR WITHOUT MUSIC
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SHADY GROVE
Shady Grove, my little love,
Shady Grove I know.
Shady Grove, my little love,
I’m bound for Shady Grove.
Went to see my Shady Grove.
She’s standing in the door.
Shoes and stockings in her hand,
Little bare feet on the floor.
Shady Grove, my little love,
Shady Grove I know.
Shady Grove, my little love,
I’m bound for Shady Grove.
Cheeks as red as a blooming rose,
Eyes of the deepest brown.
She’s the darling of my heart.
Stay till sun goes down.
Shady Grove, my little love,
Shady Grove I know.
Shady Grove, my little love,
I’m bound for Shady Grove.
Kiss from pretty little Shady Grove
Is sweet as brandy wine,
And there ain’t no girl in this whole world
Prettier than mine.
Shady Grove, my little love,
Shady Grove I know.
Shady Grove, my little love,
I’m bound for Shady Grove.
Wish I had a big fine horse
And corn to feed him on,
Shady Grove to stay at home
And feed him when I’m gone.
Shady Grove, my little love,
Shady Grove I say.
Shady Grove, my little love,
I’m bound to go away.
When I was a little boy
I wanted a Barlow knife.
Now I want little Shady Grove
To say she’ll be my wife.
Shady Grove, my little love,
Shady Grove I say.
Shady Grove, my little love,
I’m bound to go away.
Peaches in the summertime,
Apples in the fall.
If I can’t have the girl I love,
I won’t have none at all.
Shady Grove, my little love,
Shady Grove, my darlin’
Shady Grove, my little love,
I’m going back to Harlan.
Traditional Appalachian
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