Pete Seeger — Turtle Dove

Poor little turtle dove, sitting in a vine Mourning for his own true love So why not me for mine, for mine So why not me for mine? I’m not going to marry in the fall I’m going to marry in the spring I’m going to marry a pretty little girl Who wears a big gold ring, gold ring Who wears a big gold ring I've got hogs in the pen, corn to feed them on All I want is a pretty little girl To feed them when I’m gone, I'm gone To feed them when I’m gone I went up on the mountain to give my horn a blow Every girl in the countryside Said, “Yonder comes by beau, my beau Yonder comes my bеau” Poor little turtle dove, sitting in a vinе Mourning for his own true love So why not me for mine, for mine So why not me for mine?