Oh, please meet me tonight in the moonlight
Oh, please meet me tonight all alone---
For I have a sad story to tell you; it's a
story that's never been told.
I'll be carried to the new jail tomorrow,
Leaving my poor darling alone,
With those cold prison bars all around me,
And my head on a pillow of stone.
Oh, if I had a ship on the ocean, all laden
with silver and gold,
Then before my poor darling could suffer,
That ship would be anchored and sold.
Oh, if I had the wings of an angel, over
these prison wall I would fly,
I would fly to the arms of my darling and
there I'd be willing to die.
