At the Window

At the window she was seating and was combing her hair,
in your eyes she is a whore, in mine she is a person.

Ho bitter, bitter my heart is tonight, is bad.
If Rachael is not here, I, where do I go?

Tongue people have and for gossip it is used,
But Rachael is for me, and I am for Rachael.
Ho bitter, bitter my heart is tonight, is bad.
If Rachael is not here, I, where do I go?

In the evening as I go out to the corn lane,
and Rachael is not with me, my soul is not with me.
Corn stems, Corns, give Rachael my love,
and witness this! if she is late,
and I have died right here.

At the window she was seating and was combing her hair,
in your eyes she is a whore, in mine she is a person.
Ho bitter, bitter my heart is tonight, is bad.
If Rachael is not here, I, where do I go?

In the evening as I go out to the corn lane,
and Rachael is not with me, my soul is not with me.
Corn stems, Corns, give Rachael my love,
and witness this! if she is late,
and I have died right here.

Ho bitter, bitter my heart is tonight, is bad.
If Rachael is not here, I, where do I go?