I hope I'll live a few more days And God will give me grace I'll buy me a bottle of ethamotel drops For to wash your deceitful face Oh, I will come in but I won't sit down For I haven't hardly time I truly understand you love another one Sweetheart no longer mine Oh, now you are a married man A-living at your ease While my poor heart is broken in trouble No pleasure do I see Oh, you know what you promised me When you gave me your right hand Said if ever you did marry in this wide world That I should be the one Oh, now you are a married man A-living at your ease While my poor heart is broken in trouble No pleasure do I see Oh, many of a girl, they dress so fine And off to church they'll go While me, a poor girl, have to stay at home And rock the cradle and sew Oh, many of a girl, they drive fine cars And off to the store and buy While me, a poor girl, have to stay at home And rock the cradle and cry