I wish to the lord I'd never been born   Or died when I was young   I never would have seen your sparkling blue eyes   Or heard your lying tongue      All the good times are past and gone   All the good times are o'er   All the good times are past and gone   Little darling don't weep no more      Don't you see that turtle dove   That flies from pine to pine   He's mourning for his own true love   Just like I mourn for mine      Come back, come back my own true love   And stay awhile with me   For if ever I've had a friend in this world   You've been that friend to me