Shady Grove

Appalachian

Shady Grove, my little love,
Shady Grove, I know,
Shady Grove, my little love,
I'm bound for Shady Grove.


Cheeks as red as the bloomin' rose,
Eyes of a deepest brown,
You are the darling of my heart,
Stay till the sun goes down.

I used to have an old banjo,
Its strings were made of twine,
Only tune that it would play,
Was, “Trouble on my mind.”

Had a banjo made of gold,
Every string would shine,
Only tune that it would play,
Was, “Wish that girl was mine.”

It’s peaches in the summertime,
Apples in the fall,
If I can't have the one I love,
I won't have none at all.

Lor', lor', my little Betty Anne,
Lor', lor', I say,
Lor', lor', my little Betty Anne,
I'm going away to stay.