I fell in love with a girl of nineteen    A black-haired girl I called Abilene    Young girl, where's your husband?   Sadly, she replied, I do not have one   Then it's you I'll marry with your parents' permission      No fine sir, they will not let me marry   For I am a young girl   And you are a man without money   Then I'll come by your window   Tonight when they both will be sleeping      Outside your window in a carriage I will be waiting   They'll awake to find you gone   Open their eyes and think they're dreaming   And never did they think   That their Abilene would leave them      Now fine sir, where is it you shall take me?   Is it in the mountains high   Or is it the deep blue sea?