Pretty Sister

Pretty sister, Crying by the river bank, I heard your sobs, From them your pain That made me change my course. What ails you thus? What makes you wail? What brings this pain That shades your glow? Pretty sister, Lonely by the river bank, He said he’ll come To see your folks ‘Bout the little one within. Where then is he? He fooled you true, He stole your gold. He’s fled the town Without a frown. Pretty sister, Bleeding by the river bank, Your past is sad, Your present marred By woes that thrive therein. My shoulder’s soft. Do rest your head. I’ll dry your tears, I’ll cry for you.