Fly away, fly away my pretty little bird
Why won't you fly away?
Your wings are torn, batered, and broke, why won't you fly away, way
Why wont you fly away?
My wings ain't torn nor battered or broke but bound and tied with string,
So here I shall lay 'till that string rots away and then I'll fly away home, home
And then I'll fly away home
But should my wings fall first, before this curse-ed string, then by foot I swear I'll walk, walk
So be it Lord, I'll walk