Peter & Gordon - Pretty Mary lyrics

My horses ain't hungry, They won't eat your hay So fare thee well darling, I'm going away Your parents don't like me They say I'm too poor They say I'm unworthy To enter your door Pretty Mary, pretty Mary, Would you think me unkind? If I were to see you And tell you my mind? My horses ain't hungry, They won't eat your hay So fare thee well darling, I'm going away As sure as the dewdrops Fall on that green corn Tonight I'll be with you, Tomorrow I'm gone My horses ain't hungry, They won't eat your hay So fare thee well darling, I'm going away. So fare thee well darling, I'm going away.