Lyrics Sweet Willie - Jean Ritchie

Sweet Willie

Come all young girls of a tender mind
My story I’ll tell to you
And listen well to my advice
And to my counsel true
As a rule, the mind of a girl is weak
And the mind of a man is strong
And if you listen to what they say
They’re sure to lead you wrong
When I was in my sixteenth year
Sweet Willie courted me
He said, if I’d run away with him
His loving bride I’d be
When we were far away from home
Enjoying a happy life
He said, go home, go home, little girl
For you never can be my wife
Oh, Willie dear, what have I done?
What makes you treat me so?
How can you take me from my home
And leave me here to mourn?
It’s nature, nature, my little girl
I find no fault in you
My mind is set on rambling around
And now I bid you adieu