th Fret By the banks of the river Where the willows hang down And the wild birds all warble___ With their high, lonesome sound Down in some hollow___ Where the waters run cold It was there I first listened To the lies that you told If the young men were blackbirds The young men were thrushes I would lay by the hours___ In the cold rainy marshes If the young men were squirrels With high bushy tails I'd fill up my shotgun With rock salt and nails Instrumental: