Once I lived in Old Virginia North Carolina was my home there I courted a handsome lady I called her my own
Her hair was yellow, her eyes were sparkling on her cheeks was a diamond red and on her breast she wore a white lily oh, the tears that I have shed
My father said that I must not marry mother said that’ll never do but oh kind miss if you are willing I will run away with you oh must I go to Old Virginia or for your sake must I die Oh must I go sad broken hearted oh, darling say don’t cry
most of us have forgotten the music of out immediate past. the songs of our grandparents and great-grandparents. this music is honest…a trait popular music today fully avoids. the sacred harp should be a school text.