Deary me oh momma,

wave me a hankie,

tear me up old maid mamma in the morning rain,

Off to the railroad and my grip is firm on this old suitcase,

my suit doesn’t fit and I have no tie,

But I must go go and be on my way,

The morning broke I had had no sleep.

You stood back and you let me leave,

Remembering the good times,

Those days there were so few,

This bye bye is more between us and the dew