Down in the valley the valley so low
Hang your head over and hear the wind blow
Little Willie's my darling little Willie's my dear
If you think I don't love her got a feelish idear
She wrote me one letter she sent it by mail
She sent it in care of the Washington jail
Gonna build me one steeple on the mountain so high
So I can see Willie passin' on by
She said that she loved me just to give my heart ease
Just as soon as my back was turned she loved who she pleased
I repped on her window I knocked on her do
She gave me short answer don't knock there no mo
Sitting in the prison with my back to the wall
Old corn whiskey was the cause of it all
The judge said Stand up George and dry up your tears
You're sentenced to Raleigh for twenty two years
If I had of listened to what mother said
I'd a been there today boys in her feather bed