The Turtle Dove

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[Intro] (I'd like to introduce Ann Morrill Who is the wife of my ex-biology professor at college I went over to, uh, Dr. Morrill's house one evening to study And ended up singing folk songs with his wife We'd like to do one now) [Verse 1] Poor little turtle dove Sittin' in a pine Mournin' for her own true love So why not me for mine? Why not me for mine? [Verse 2] I'm not gonna marry in the fall I'm gonna marry in the spring I'm gonna marry a pretty little girl Who wears a big gold ring Who wears a big gold ring [Verse 3] I went up on the mountain To give my horn a blow Every girl in the countryside Said, "Yonder goes my beau" "Yonder goes my beau" [Verse 4] I've got hogs in the pen Corn to feed 'em on All I need is a pretty little girl To feed 'em when I'm gone To feed 'em when I'm gone [Verse 5] Poor little turtle dove Sittin' in a pine Mournin' for her own true love Why not me for mine? Why not me for mine?
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